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.
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