The Box
All the doors a thought unlocks when thought outside the box. Then on them something knocks. Can't hear past the monologues. No better than a thoughtless ox or a bunch of lazy hogs, if I can't think outside the box. But my mind always clogs, might aswell be stuck in bogs. Start to hear the ticking clocks, the sound that only mocks my attempts to think outside a box.
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