Boxes

a sonnet

Photo by Erda Estremera on Unsplash

The thing about a box you need to know
Is how it keeps you in and others out
Surrounding you with people like yourself
And stops new thinking you can do without.
At first I was oblivious to how
My lack of cardboard walls had made me strange;
Then later on I wished I had been taught
Some boundaries in which to safely range.
But lately I have finally learned to see
Those artificial boxes we employ
So blindly that we can no longer see
The life we then, oblivious, destroy.
So, giving up on my own culture’s pardon,
With Candide, I will just tend my own garden.