In this little box, I'm just a fascination—

Something that should've never existed,

Because thoughts and dreams can't be caught;

Only chased away.

There's a little puncture in the wall of the box,

By which I breathe, and a huge dark eye stares at me

There are instances when he opens the lid,

Of this little box and I'm free to come out.

But I'm always scared;

Because beyond the limit of my walls,

I might just disappear.