Justified, enlightened, and now waiting.
The box opens shining light on my trite saga.
And yet I rest in lament,
Trying to prevent
An exodus
From Egypt.
I can see outside and wonder why the lid is removed,
Should I move?
Should I push my way out
Or should I wait or shout for the one who pried my cage… or let my age
Extinguish its own flame?
