We see this world in an ever turning spiral
To be or not to be is our quest
We build our lives upon trust and goodwill

Our lives our like planes
Sometimes they fly
Other days they can come crashing down

Although they are planes
They’re still in a box
Sheltered from all sides

The box will protect us
The box will no sooner guide us than betray us
The box is a friend and a foe

These are our lives
We build them and we destroy them
That is our lives in a box
                                           -Adam