Standing
In a box,
Four square walls,
A lid to hold me in.
Bursting the seams,
Spilling out,
Wandering all about!
Finding my way,
Only I can say,
What powerful things come to stay.
Sending out streams,
Of music, thoughts,
And dreams.
No more box in my ocean,
Outside the box I'll always be,
Only way I can stay free!
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