A Vicenarian Verse: The Box

I’m living inside a box

It’s just your standard box

Four walls

Ceiling and floor.

But my shelves take up space

Filled with books and movies and games.

Memories and photos and thoughts

They used to fit inside a house

I’m living inside a box

And it’s getting pretty full

I can’t move with all this shit

Filling up space

I’m trapped inside this box

When I once used to live free

It’s getting crowded

And I can’t think

It’s getting crowded

And I think it’ll be like this

For a while

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