As The Saying Goes

I was in the box, I guess
because people say I'm out.
Can you be out of something
if you were never in it?

It's a vague memory
back when I lived there
together with all of you,
all of us in that box.

Remember how we'd vie
to be near the opening
so we could breathe
unlike deep inside it?

Remember tumbling
and popping bubbles
and saving the top for
a valuable prize?

I have mixed feelings
about my great escape
guess that's that's why I
sometimes deny it

Praise me less and
wave to me more
when you see me
outside the box.

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