You keep it there in the corner of your attic
And thus it remains unfulfilled and useless
It's never been opened; not once touched
Is this wastage to be its ultimate destiny?
Or shall it one day see light and freedom?
Won't you open the box in which it rests?
It wants to bloom and flourish and grow!
It can't be kept inside some box like junk
Release it now, from its dark cube prison
Discover its potential; unleash your soul.