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Volume 4 Issue 3
Page 30
Page 30
My little black box is neat,
It is crisp and clear and serene,
Why I would ever want to leave it,
I don’t know – my box is my dream.
My little black box is my world,
It is what I always have known.
I like it ‘cuz it looks and smells –
It is my beloved home.
One day I decided to step from my box
And take a good look around.
I decided I couldn’t keep my head in my box.
I’m not an ostrich with its head in the ground.
I took a big leap and landed
In a land of Lederhosen and Bier.
No one really understood that,
my dreams outweighed my fear.
I’ve come to realize, that Lederhosen –
And bier – are not so scary as they seem.
I live in this new world of mine,
and I play with the new scene.
My little black box has expanded.
I painted it white, green, red, brown, and blue.
I want to experience something else next year,
what is different exciting and new.
I put windows in my little box.
They are the passage way – a new pair of eyes,
and with them, I see the destruction,
the pain, the sorrow...I cry.
But if you were to look into my box,
Of white, green, red, brown, and blue,
The inside is still small and black.
Inside of me, I still love my home...
...I still do
It is crisp and clear and serene,
Why I would ever want to leave it,
I don’t know – my box is my dream.
My little black box is my world,
It is what I always have known.
I like it ‘cuz it looks and smells –
It is my beloved home.
One day I decided to step from my box
And take a good look around.
I decided I couldn’t keep my head in my box.
I’m not an ostrich with its head in the ground.
I took a big leap and landed
In a land of Lederhosen and Bier.
No one really understood that,
my dreams outweighed my fear.
I’ve come to realize, that Lederhosen –
And bier – are not so scary as they seem.
I live in this new world of mine,
and I play with the new scene.
My little black box has expanded.
I painted it white, green, red, brown, and blue.
I want to experience something else next year,
what is different exciting and new.
I put windows in my little box.
They are the passage way – a new pair of eyes,
and with them, I see the destruction,
the pain, the sorrow...I cry.
But if you were to look into my box,
Of white, green, red, brown, and blue,
The inside is still small and black.
Inside of me, I still love my home...
...I still do
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