I'm being stuffed inside a box
Lined with soporific streaks
That put the soul to sleep.

My eyes are growing dim
I thrash at my surroundings
But the walls are just too strong.

I scrawl three sloppy lines
With a shaking hand onto
The paper by my side

Then sigh and float away
The Specter of my mind
Content to take my will.

Years pass, all the same
Until one day my eyes
Move randomly aside

And catch the battered sheet
I pick it up and stare
At words from ages past.

Soul starving for a hope
Finds sustenance in truth
Awakes and looks around

The sheet floats to the ground,
Revealing now the words
That helped to save my life

"You're smarter than them all
Your reason trumps their age
Your hope will never die."