The Box

In the corner, on the floor lays a box

I desire to peek inside, oh but I think it is locked

I like to think about the possibilities, in such a little box

my what could this thing be.

I don't know where it came from, I don't know much about

it, I so want to learn more.

It was not by accident, someone left a locked box on the floor.

Is someone watching from a place I could never see

under a microscope not far away, is someone watching me

Or they playing a trick, their sly as a fox, longing to see

if I will break in the box.

I know I am curious, but that kind of thing makes me furious.

So they think they know me like I am a old worn out book

They think I can't help myself, they think I will take a look.

Now this box looks like a present except for the lock with no key

Someone left it in the corner, on the floor, it had to be for me.

I saw nobody enter, I saw nobody walk away

I have searched all over this room, nobody is here, no way.

Now the box is bright pink, it's trimmed in black

I am afraid to look inside, for I may be under attack

Oh but what's inside is calling out my name it's true

It's something different and inviting, and it thrills me

so exciting,

but I need not peer at it anymore, that little

simple box, with the lock on my floor

For I feel if I pry something will forever haunt me

so I will not try.