The Box

I am in pursuit, of a box That I will find later or sooner Based on the rumor of rumors I follow the not so yellow brick road To pursue this beautiful box that over flowed With ever thing I needed to make a better life But the location of my box is a mystery And lost in the history, I contemplated the the victory, I'll achieve with defeat But losing is for quitters, and winners never cheat So I search for self-innovation In hopes this box just might find my dedication, appealing I've walked the walk and fell the distance Just looking for the proof of existence I mask my emotion but over looked subsistence Yet still I insist.... This box is real I searched and I searched and there she was The box I've longed for has finally become As real as real and as real as love But the matter of the fact was so I thought Yet asides the fact I took a chance Opened the box and upon first glance Was an I.O.U. and a tear of a virgin I closed my eyes to my world end But then came the glow of the prize inside A radiant beam that pleasures my eyes A golden puzzle piece worthy of none But he who's created it and he who's come. Now with that, I hold this puzzle piece Close to my heart, and felt complete So long I've searched to feel what I feel Now with a kiss I ask, Do you feel real.