An Open Field...!

While he’s run away into an open field
There’s a box that’s closed

While he’s dejected from the world
In the box he’s dwelled
The closed box, all dark inside
The eyeballs rotate throughout
The whispers of thundering breath
His ears glued against the carton
Something else he’s heard
The open field he would like to see
And run across, make merry
But the box comforts
Something within says, ‘you must go’
While nothing outside invites
There’s distraction, and dodge

This war waged while he was born
All wars aren’t won with sword alone
The rolling eyes and open ears in a closed box, bigger than any throne
A king he thought of himself, with an invisible crown
The field was open and the box was broken
He rouse and stood, rose and ran
The fright and fight, within and out
It spanned for times unknown
The war isn’t just one
It would go on and tease, and defeat and return
He would arise and stand, rise and run
It’s for him, it would bow down
He’s won, he’s alone
The pieces of hard dark box
An open field, green grass…