Nothing More Than Sky
in the end
the boxes we stack
and the boxes we create
get opened up
and left to fate
what is inside
wakes up, yawns
and opens it eyes
the kind the sun has passed
we leave it to die
we shrug our shoulders
and wonder why
it retreats, back to bed
to pull up the covers
and we all do it
we all say, it is the others
in the end
the boxes we become
and the boxes we are put in
become nothing more than sky
what is once alive
can so quickly die
James Garratt – March 2009
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Nothing More Than Sky – Written March 2009 (Aged 34)
