I live in a box.
It has four walls,
Peeling with dried white paint,
And chipping with age.
I forget how I got inside,
But they wont let me out...
For there is no opening...
And no end to the walls...
I run and scream at them,
Pounding and scratching,
But nothing happens...
Someone told me,
I could use these words,
To bore a hole through...
I tried it for a while...
It didn't work,
For I forgot that people,
On the other end of the barricade,
Had to be listening...
In order for me to be free...
But I don't see,
That happening...
Anytime soon...
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