The Wooden Box

(By Dylan Hart)

Sitting by the pool of fire

Mesmerised upon the rocks

Thinking that we're all liars

Hidden in the wooden box

Just like you, I'm a slave

To this world and its decay

Did you take what it gave

I took it without Delay

I knew a man that lived alone

Who tried to do what he could

In his house made of stone

Pride, pity, straw and wood

Ive been stuck in this dream

For so long that its real

Its all stranger than it seems

I forgot how life feels

The flowing fountain slowed

And trickled away

The drained river showed

A pathway to yesterday

Walking down the stone stairs

That have become exposed

My mouth fills with prayers

But i try to keep it closed

Half buried next to the bank

Was a box that was locked

I grabbed it as it sank

Into the mud and the rocks

It tried to take me too

As the water began to rise

Trying to pull me through

Until I opened my eyes.