The Box

Boxed with things you cast aside.
Other importances on your mind.
But, in your box I am to stay.
Never to move or go astray.
I will sit and I will wait.
You not I have decide my fate.
Outside things to please your eyes.
All the while I color the insides
No question my lips will pose.
You are the box that I have chose.

A Window

A window is a magical thing,
It is a glimpse of freedom from a cramped classroom.
It is a beloved view from a lived in home.
It is a discreet insight into the life of a stranger.
It is a shred of hope from inside a prison cell.
It is a view of nature from an inner city apartment.
It is something important to all of us.
And yet it is just metal & glass.