Stuff arrives in one
Kids play in them
Clothes are packed to be carried away
Toys and dishes
What ever one wishes
It won't care or turn itself away
Hello, is anybody out there?
Can't you see me? Here I am
Encapsulated in this self emposed cacoon.
This box that no one can see
Is the most dangerous kind
Becomes ones only room
It looks the same on all sides
whereever one turns it's the same distance
until the next wall is there.
The sword of the Spirit is sharp
To set free any willing to use it
Trusting in the One who sent it
Careful not to abuse it
I am free in the Lord
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