They said the box I was in was non-existent 

like I was just a mime mimicking silence for attention 

they questioned me again and

I responded twice cause I was never listened to

times the charm, but snakes could not be hypnotized with merely song

lyrics like wind pipes could catch the attention of wolves

walking on hot coals, I feel the pain, I'm a man, a myth, a fake 

statue, mastery of the art of being used only for a picture 

taken from me like cashews from a capuchin monkey 

conforming and contorting for street performance 

fails cause the one man band never got a record

deal with the consequences of being some clown

make up, the teller read, who knows where your future is heading now

a day's light seems to end its glow way before night

hits with a sword, swallow fish alive, like magic like pickpocketing 

pedestrians walking while others are hypnotized by a street performance 

of someone juggling, chains aw man, cause escapology did not go as planned 

parenthood, time for f, the first five letters of alphabet ran away from me

like speechless ventriloquists when dummies speak, bet

they said the box was non-existent

I said the room is a box, I just got comfortable with it

and when I die, they may bury me in a box

I don't want to be left in the streets but

a better place is not synonymous with six feet under

so I'll just be