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I was a cat in a box
I was happy in the box
everything was going great,
I had everything I had ever needed
or wanted.
A place to lay my head
four walls either side of me
and if I wanted to look up
and take stock of what was around me
I could.
I was a cat in a box
until you put the lid on the box.
Maybe thats what you needed
in order to make the box complete.
I don't know
I didn't ever need to leave the box
until you took away the option
when you put the lid on the box
then I knew I had to get out.
Sorry.
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Wonderful! I can really identify with this. I don't need to fly -- unless I'm told to stay put. I don't have an overwhelming urge to go for a drive -- unless my car isn't there.
Perfect. Why is it they love boxes so much? The last stanza is wonderful. I can "hear" a cat reciting this, which really should probably frighten me. T.
