With leaden thoughts trying to contort and fit in a box

Claustrophobic freedom, yet there’s so much anticipation 

Pruned; to be fixed with some other branching thoughts

Without the luxury sunshine, dependent on artificial lights

Gleefully prancing around the boxed world

Timed existence; always hurried and educated to follow the clock

The chorus sounds strange within the confines

High frequency of anxiety dancing around in chaos

Beautifully sculptured boxes and facades decorated with vines

Array of contradictions and dreams shuffled around

It’s not bad to look for ways to unburden the leaden thoughts

Remorseful happiness within the box over wanderlust euphoria

Rising thoughts accompany the sunshine with enthusiasm


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