Let me say first
Life has a way of issuing a reminder
Making man conform to the box he creates for himself
If this were my picture the only vision to see would be the black
The one color I’ve grown familiar
Lacking the presence to see the reds green and purples
Knowing the taste of vines I’d say they’re sweet
But for me there is only the box.
Perhaps I’d feel different inside the bottle
But where I’ve been in search of wisdom is this box.
Compressed – scanned – tested
Sent back for failing to address the pain I held inside
I had lied
I was a liar to men - to myself
And then the day arrived
I finally found