I am a
Mime
Outside the box
Thinking, pondering, contemplating
And the only thing that comes to mind is the
Future
It is immense, vast, daunting
It swells with a power unimaginable
Like thinking outside of a box is supposed to be
And when it arrives
I am consumed
And digested
And am left alone to
Think, ponder, contemplate
And since I have no beginning
And since I have no end
And since I only ever return to the middle
I was never outside that box to begin with
I am without a purpose
I am unmoving
Much like a rebel without a cause
And this only solidifies my need to see that film
From which perhaps I might gain insight
And figure out
What I am
To do
Author notes
Pretty much sums up how I feel about life and my place in life right now. Saw the contest, and figured I might as well enter. Hope you enjoyed it.
A contest entry
- Box? What Box? We Don't Need No Stinking Boxes! by lunarlunacy.
400 points, ended January 16, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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enjoy i did and be sure to watch that flick, the middle RWOC is slow cinematically but its where the meat of the matter is at.
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Thank you for the encouragement, I truly appreciate it.
And, I am glad you enjoyed it. Sorry the explanation box was rather blunt.
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