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
~Amitav
