Box

Is life a box

where we are confined,

only allowed small snippets

of the world as a whole?

 

Or is life the world as a whole,

where we inhabit only a small space

not because we’re boxed in,

but because we choose to stay where we’re comfortable?

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Posted on September 7, 2013, in Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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