black box

once there was a little black box
washed up on the waves on a shore
it had a hole right through its side
where it was ripped and torn
by rocks hidden on the beach
placed there by someone without any purpose
someone wanting to crack it open
to see what was lacking

and rushing upon the scene
a young girl with her head full of dreams
staring deep at its unwhite colour
she tried to make it out through the seams
and looking too close through the hole
staring at the box without any purpose
she wanted to feel what she hadn't felt
to see what she was lacking

and rushing into the seams

once there was a little black box
it was washed up on the waves on the shore
it had a hole right through its side
where it was ripped and torn
by some force hidden on the beach
placed there by someone without any purpose
who wanted to see what light would reflect within
to show what was lacking

and rushing into the seams

-winston campbell-