I did it...
I jumped
out of the box.
The box that had
nurtured
coddled
held me safely inside
for so long.
...or so I thought.
Is it safe to be
bored?
habitual?
stationary?
Boxes seem to hold
so many things
inside
like treasure troves.
But it's wrong
it's not true.
The box
in which I was held
held only me.
The bounty lies
outside.
Freedom
is necessary
and diversity
is beautiful.
The mind
only grows
outside.
Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 5:00 PM UTC
I did it...
I jumped
out of the box.
The box that had
nurtured
coddled
held me safely inside
for so long.
...or so I thought.
Is it safe to be
bored?
habitual?
stationary?
Boxes seem to hold
so many things
inside
like treasure troves.
But it's wrong
it's not true.
The box
in which I was held
held only me.
The bounty lies
outside.
Freedom
is necessary
and diversity
is beautiful.
The mind
only grows
outside.
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