Out of the Box
just children in a sandbox.
the kind of children that jump on the merry-go-round, and while spinning, stretch out their hands to grab someone- a subconscious need (if not just tendency) to seek community in experience.
children like these, stuffed together in this sandbox.
and we all got sticks,
drawin' lines in the sand.
and we all got tricks
in sleeves to meet our demands.
children like these, stuffed together in this sandbox.
screamin' about who's dad is better.
my eyes drifted, for an instant, from the sand mound
to be enlightened to the vastness of this playground.
and, as if i were awaking for the first time,
i stood up, left the sand, left the sticks, left the lines,
and i decided to do something more my own size.
as i become a man, i need to put away childish things.
for today, i see in a mirror dimly, but then- face to face;
today, i know in part, but then- i will know fully, just as i've been fully known.
Copyright © Jamfox Rock | Year Posted 2014
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