With two peepholes, I look out from afar at the everyday life of surrounding people,
For I am placed on a pedestal for the World to see, For I am in a box, What do people see? For me, I am in a box, a brown cardboard box, Flexible and strong, Yet perishes in the rain, But revived in the sun. It can not fight fire, But flows with the rain, I no longer ask who put me here, I question those who keep me here. A box is strong and flexible, But like a stick, It can be broken. Strong and flexible, Yet not immortal, What to expect when the six walls surrounding me collapse, Reveals their creation or my nightmare?
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