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Pretty Boxes



Pretty Box
Ribbon tied
Approved and certified
In the corner
Beauty is the present 
Untouched the anticipation is the elixir
The thrill of the chase

Unpackaged reality
Falling victim to the burden of discovery
In your hands
The culmination of all it is and all that it will ever be
The process meeting destination

So sit quietly Pretty Box
Poised and undefiled
Feel admired as long as they notice
Wrapped in your own mystery
Hide your history

You can't be too loud
You can't be too quiet
You can't stand too tall
You can't let yourself fall short

Embody the presumed perfection
Pretty Boxes have no imperfections
And if your humanity should ever catch them off guard and spill over
When your insecurities offend and patience ends
Remember this...
To stay pretty is never to leave your box

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