Inside this box I have structure and routine.

I coast through the motions never questioning.

As I walk the tight rope of expectations preordained for me.

This box so glued and tightly taped together, was manufactured as so to lock me in forever.

It's interior so pleasing to the eye and soft to the touch, easily decieves the unwise so very much.

Yet curious eyes soon begin to peek past these constraints, to embrace a bigger picture not drawn of pencil, pen, or paint.

An image of true freedom, peace, and understanding, not visible to those who refuse to see it's meaning.

Unable to deny such honest beauty and simplicity, I am forced to bid a farewell to naivity.

Despite this novel truth and awareness blossoming, I can not escape this prisons boundaries.

Doomed to forever wallow in melancholy, It seems that ignorance IS bliss and knowledge is misery.