boxes hold the sadness of the world
little boxes, big boxes, but mostly better boxes
boxes to live in safe and warm
boxes to move in fast and easy
it’s not the boxes that are to blame
it is the way we treat them
we bought the lie that the box matters
more than what is kept inside
we crave bigger boxes, prettier boxes
shinier boxes, that people will envy
envy… ah, there’s the pain
the evil, the tragedy, the loss
loss of a lifetime
spent spending on boxes
working for boxes, dying for boxes
does your box make you happy?
the happiness is found INSIDE the box
it is not the box itself
as we lie
in our final little box, we wonder
how did we die for this lie?
ignoring our children as we slave for our boxes?
how did we die for this lie
that happiness resides in the envy of others?