Boxes - Charlie Winston

As a child with ocean eyes I smiled

At a world existing just for me;

Without boxes, borders or boundaries

I built dreams;

But like plastic building blocks

They were knocked down to the ground

I grew up

To a world of compromise

Analysing what it means to dream

I don’t really want to understand

Everything in my world

It spoils the fun for me

Come on darling, you can take my hand

Blowing kisses in the wind

We’ll fly away in our dreams

From the boxes they’ll put us in

Who shall we propose to be?

Who am I supposed to be?

With these empty building blocks

I could make a thousand me’s

I don’t really wanna understand everything in my world

It spoils to find out

Come on darling, you can take my hand

Blowing kisses in the wind

We’ll fly away in our dreams

From the boxes They’ll put us in

And I’m told we all fix in —

But why should I belong to one thing?

Who shall we propose to be

Who am I supposed to be

With these plastic building blocks

I could make a thousand me’s

I don’t really…

… the boxes they’ll put us in