The Limits of the Box
We thought the universe out of a box;
We built up four walls of transparent glass.
We secured the junctures with iron locks;
And then we sat down on the quiet grass.
We learned to look up at the dotted stars
And call them candles on a darkened screen;
We learned to speak and fight and heal our scars
But not how to survive without caffeine.
We built airplanes to only fly so high;
We turned away from the final frontier;
We got so caught up in the sinful lie
And forgot what lay beneath the veneer.
We defined the world to be our prison,
Too blind to see that the sun had risen.
AN: Last English project of the school year. Didn't really take it seriously, but I made a random joke about my caffeine obsession, so I'll call it a win.