The box

[denniswilson]

I was born in the light, a strange feeling of burning.
The first thing I saw was my mothers alien face.
I heard a voice that I had heard many times,
but saw a world I could never have pictured.
The next thing I new I was alone in a box,
a box that has surrounded me throughout my life.
I try to escape the box, but my parents won't let me.
I try to jump out the box, but people tell me to stay grounded.
I often wonder what will happen to me after my second birth.
Perhaps my new box will set me free.

VERSION 2

I was born into the light, a luminosity that still blinds me.
The first thing I saw was my mother's alien face.
I heard a voice that I listened to many times, 
but saw a world I could never have pictured.
The next thing I knew I was alone in a box,
a surrounding that followed me throughout my life.
I try to escape my confines, but my parents won't let me.
Continuously drifting through my time here, I forever age.
I often wonder what will happen after my second birth.
Perhaps my last box will set me free.