Bright Blue Box

Made out of steel, iron and copper,
This bright blue box is like no other,
Real fear and pain are unknown of in here,
Love lies in every aspect of such an amazing atmosphere,

Calm, subdued and sublime,
But never do us little people perfectly smile at any time,
You’d think that in a wondrous world everything would be fine,
But no, never in this bright blue box of mine,

This bold and brilliant box only promises stars,
But never does it promise a happy heart,
Bright, ambitious eyes have been long and lastingly gone,
They promised to return, but now they’re done,

Done fighting for a place in the night sky,
The only part of me left is my marked mind,
Marked by the many hours I’ve spend wishing,
Wishing that some day, again, I will be living,

I have lived a thousand lives, all-living in this blue box,
But that has never once been enough, as I’ve forever been lost,
Lost in a perfect picture that never has any true smiles,
I want to be free from forever dreaming that this place is worthwhile,,

I want to die with a whole heart and know that I’ve done right,
I want to live as a fearless, yet flightless bird tonight,
I don’t need feathers to hide me away from future days,
This is who I am and I shouldn’t wish this box to stay,

Leave me, die out please, as I can’t continue,
Pretending that your perfect, beautiful, brilliant blue,
Is what I really need to mend my healing heart,
I sure do no longer strive to be some seemingly superb star,

I strive to be sincerely strong, beautifully brave and forever fearless,
I don’t want a life of worry and worthlessness,
I want to be free from such ignorance that only brings pain,
I want to learn and grow wise over and over again,

I wish for a girl to smile instead of laughing,
I wish for her to face her fight rather than to keep running,
I hope for her to smile again and I keep praying,
That the newly found hope in her heart will continue staying,

I want to bravely break down the walls of this supposedly “bright” box,
As ironically all it ever has done has kept me in the dark and has had me lost,
So lost that I forgot all that made me happily whole and let me be free,
Freeing the doubt, the hurt and the demons that still live within me,

I have come a long way, but there are many miles still I must manage to walk,
But here I hold my head high and refuse to fall, I now listen to the hawks,
Of the truly beautiful, bold birds that fly above my existence,
They fly, they sing and they amount to parts of my remembrance,

I now fearlessly let it flow into my systems and this remembrance, I now take in as air.