I have hopes, dreams and ideas,
But you;d never know it.
I have this box,
Small in size,
But it's potential is outstretched eternally.
And sometimes,
My guilty pleasure,
Is to open my small box of ideas,
And indulge in the array of my potential.
I sit there on the floor,
Sorting them like old pictures.
Mapping out my past,
Present,
And future.
I lay there,
Lost in a world of dreams,
And endless possibilities.
Do you want your own box?
Close your eyes,
Relax...
And think of all the things you wish to accomplish in life.
Now open your eyes.
Did you find your box yet?
Because i sure did.