Somewhere there is a room.
Where there are boxes.
Filed away for some other day.
Who i used to be and all i ever see,
Is filed there unconsciously.
I feel so alone .
different.  disconnected.
Somewhere i know there is a box.
That keeps my light inside,
I know because it knows the light will never die.
Someday when the box is gone and buried in the ground,
The light the light goes back to where it once was found,
So don't you cry it was only my body that died.