A symbol of joy,

A symbol of belonging,

Maybe a few toys,

And a little sing-songing.

I hope to grow up,

I'd love to see,

The truth of all this mystery.

The greatest of plays,

The sun's very rays,

I can't wait to be a grownup,

Someday.

My shirt is worn out,

My pants to tight,

My shoes have holes,

Nothing fits right.

I've grown,

A little to much,

I groan,

What was the rush?

My eyes now see,

This enchanting bluff,

My dreamy-dream was all made up.

I drudge up the memories of the tenderest time,

Where the light of my eyes still had their shine,

When the truth that I cherished was the sweetest of lies,

When I never had to question all of the signs.

I'd like to go back,

I want to be blind ,

When real was still great,

When mystery was still mine.

TITLE: Empty Box

BY: Shema Kagame Rangira