A box of mahogany

I never knew what it felt to be all alone. Until now.

I have thoughts swarming like bees in my head and suddenly I just can’t keep up.

Things I want to do, things I wanna say and things I would like to see

All cooped up in a glorious box made of mahogany.

So let’s just envelope ourselves into a blanket of gloom, and be the shut in that I’ve always been.

For if I say what I feel, then it’ll change the balance of my world forever.

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