Boxes

Boxes

I watch as everyone files into their boxes
Faces blank
Their eyes unfeeling
Some how I knew what each one was thinking
Without any effort at all

I see a few look at me before getting in line
Waiting for me to follow them
But I knew for a long time
That the box wasn’t big enough for me
That the box wasn’t for me at all

So I stayed behind and watched as everyone filed into their boxes
Some were bigger than others
But then some were smaller
So small I wondered how the people in them could breathe

Face after face after face
Watching me with careful eyes
Waiting for me to get into my box
Not knowing that I never had one to begin with
still they watched and they waited

I tried to find someone I knew in the lines upon lines of people
All walking towards their boxes like that was the only place to go
Like their boxes was the only place they’ve ever known
A few seem familiar

Some try to smile
But can’t

I try my best not to cry
For the people in the boxes
For the people waiting for their boxes
For the people who think there’s no where else to go
No matter how hard I try the tears begin to fall

All of the people I knew and loved
All of them being swallowed by the boxes
I knew there was no stopping them
Once their mind is made up

So I watched as everyone files into their boxes.