Freewrite

i’m too perplexed with these raw solutions,
i’m searching within myself for the questions unanswered,
the fight and the struggle for the unnevitable answer,
the past forgotten and the future uncertain,
if you dont get it, you haven’t been paying attention.

I deeply see myself as a box unopened,
needing a key that was never made,
to a lock that will not open.
there is but a slit on the cover,
allowing me to take in as much as i want,
but negating the act of letting go.

The raw solution is to break,
destroy this illusion,
evolve to a man,
no longer a child like box,
yet it feels too good, to just stay still.