Over the Edge It Goes -

All the pieces that I have

Of everything that I am,

I stash away inside

This shiny small, empty little box of mine.

And when I put it there

It disappears in thin air,

To keep it safe from you

From him, and her,

From all of us and even me too.

(Two)

One day I found a beam

Of sun intended for me,

In arms I held it close

But smothered it and drowned it out in doing so.

And so I opened up

The box to store all I love,

Inside I hid it well.

Now there’s nothing to show and even less,

There’s nothing to tell.

So many of the small things lost

Already in the box I’ve got.

Put it in and there’s no finding

It has a way of forever hiding.

Bits and pieces of a makeshift man

Thrown together like a heap of sand.

All the sympathies and double-crosses

The water comes and then away it washes.

Keep it real and keep it clean

And think of everything I’ve ever seen.

All the parts of me that I remember

Are reconstructions of the ‘who I wish I were'.

All the purities are better saved,

Any innocents that might remain,

Ever gone, forever out of contact.

The little box I have will never give it back.

Over the edge it goes, further into…

No one knows.