The Box

There’s a box, a little box
With a little dream inside
A perfect picture
Of my past
I’ll get in it and hide
In my box
There is a watch
That reminds me of tomorrow
Don’t want a watch
Inside my box
Don’t want that stupid sorrow
In my box today
I would quite like to stay
The past is a nice place to be
Sad thing is –
There is no box
Just clocks attacking me

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