Unbox your dreams

I had boxed my dreams
Which never had  wings
And hid them under my bed,
One under my chair
And many in my Cupboard.
When the world blinks its eyes
I would take one out and
Kill them before the world sees.

I never thought I could
Treat my dreams for
A better wings and claws
I never knew they could fly
Until one day a box broke up
With a thud and something flew
With me on its beak
To a bigger world outside.

Unboxing the rest was
As easier as killing them.
Let them stab me,
Who had not killed
But at least one dreams
Of theirs.
Except to them I would ask
Unbox your dreams and
Unbox yourself.