A box

Inspirated from a person that likes to hide into her little box,
hoping that a day, there will be enough space for the both of us.

When you're down, when you're sad,
when your feelings fill you till your nose,
wouldn't you put them into a box and close?
Leave them there, alone to be mad.

When you're down, when you're blue,
when your face can't show a smile,
wouldn't you kick that box far a mile?
Leave it there, without any clue.

Leave the box and run in the park,
let it handle your deeper pain,
let it call your happyness as main,
Leave to it all your sufference's mark.

How are you doing without any sensation?
Do you see just blank on your sight?
Is the emptiness settled in you tight?
Do you see Those were your motivation?

Throw out your feelings and you're just a null,
they can be painful, but you need 'em to sense,
there is a reason if they're so damnly intense,
wake up, go back on your step, don't be so dull.

Important sensations make you think,
to follow your dreams is not a piece of cake,
there are sacrifices you can't avoid to make,
the joy if you are not alone is behind a blink.

You are not the only that has to revert,
everyone forget the box and its name,
'coz it hold the tears you can't tame,
call it with his name, call it Heart.

[Neuquen, Argentina Oct 11 2007]