Boxed In - Language Arts

I’m going cross-eyed

Talking to myself

I don’t know this scene

Don’t know what I’m seeing

This whole thing is pretty taxing

While it’s all being squared away

I’ll listen to myself say

«Let it off your back

Take off that ridiculously large backpack

Take the time to lay back

But don’t let yourself get too comfortable»

Boxing, moving, changing, stow away

There’s nothing to it they all say

It’s all being squared away

Yes it’s all being squared away

But I’m boxed in and I can’t fight my way out

Cause I want to know you in my next life

Does being young make it any different?

Will I ever be able to comment?

I try not to screw it up and screw it too tight

Don’t crack the wood it makes things unstable

Crack the words to this mysterious fable

What is this feeling and is it more than one?

Is it ever capable of being something worth wondering?