Out of the box
Four walls, compact kitchen.
Looking outside
through the television.
Jump in car, closed in.
Crime on streets,
maybe safe with in?
Work all day in a square,
Type on boxes
Eyes don't move, just stare.
Have we planned this,
Or have we just forgotten,
Is there more to life than
What it's all boxed in?
poem by Josh Alfred
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