The Box in the Middle

There is a box in the middle,

I often stumble, and feel fumble, and do I grumble. And when I do, I kick it, I stomp it, I yell at it, I curse at it. My feet get sore, my hands get sore, my feeling get sore, my mind get sore.

There is a box in the middle,

lately it has attracted my attention like never before, I can seem to understand why. I walk around it like a curious child wondering what is under the Christmas tree.

There is a box in the middle,

and I have decided finally to open it. I run my fingers until I feel its lid, and I open it in eager anticipation of what’s in it.

There is a switch in the middle,

and I push to start to meddle, and oh something terrible happening, my eyes get hurt, my head get hurt, my mind get hurt, and I tap it as fast as I could, and all is okay once again.

There is a box in the middle,

although it has pain me, I can not forget it really. So I rush to open it, feeling the lid, triggering the switch. Oh still I feel my eyes get hurt, my head get hurt and my mind get hurt, but I stand like a warrior defending the clan.

And then I can see something that could not be, a sight of thousand colours, a place of thousand articles, a universe of million splendours.

There is a box in the middle.

It is a light switch.

And now I know that all this time I have been crawling on the wall.