Do you see the boxes
Nice and neat
Spaced so well
Spaced so sweetThey're on that hill
On it's very side
All different colors
But all the same sizeThey pay no mind
They don't look on
Only do they know
What they will becomeThey've got it all planned
And they're good with that
They'll sit on that hill
For as long as they canSometimes they wish
Sometimes they want
But the boxes just sit
And let their dreams hauntThe green one right there
It dreampt to be blue
But it waited too long
And now it packs shoesThe pink one on top
It had a wild thought
'What if my shape
Was actually a dot?'The yellow one there
Hiding behind pink
Once had a tear
That it patched in a winkSometimes they wonder
What might have been
If they hadn't have ducked
Into the recycling binOnce in a while
But not very often
They feel so tired
Of waiting for their coffinsThey sit on the hill
And sink when it rains
The sun comes until
The moon leaves it's stainThey each have tape
Covering their flaps
Not one is too brave
So they keep themselves wrappedAnd I'm sitting here
On the next hill over
Content in my garden
In the rain and the cloversAnd if you look below and peer
To the base of my stalk
There's a forgotten pair
Of gardening sheersI grow every day
While I see them sink down
Their colors will fade
And I can't make a soundAll they have to do
Is ask for my scissors
So they can cut their tape gone
And open their flapsThey'd see what's inside
Their six little walls
If only they'd walk
Down a riskier hallBut these things won't do
No, not to these ones
Their paths were all planned
So why should they run?You follow your heart
Or same difference, the crowd
And wonder just how
You ended up so proudBecause all you did
Was go through a machine
That taped your lid
And wiped you cleanIt sent you out
And set you down
It gave you a route
And where are you now?Ah, there you are
I see you there
You're the purple one
The tape you wear!If I could do it
I'd throw my sheers
So that you'd be free
And come over hereBut I know you won't
You'll sit right there
And let the hill
Swallow you bareBut that's alright
It's what you want
So I'll grow here
And protect my stalkWhile you exist
And I guess you're fine
Because you've been there
Since the machine put you
Through your delivery line
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Poems That Came From a Beanstalk
PoetryPoems that came from... well, a beanstalk (updates are random)