Burn the box

Grab this lucid moment
don't let it pass away
it's so easy to be fake
so hard to awaken
shake off this preoccupation
with details, this fear
permeating everything
this isn't life
bogged down in details
petty and small
covered in fog
surrounding it all
until it's too late
and time has run out
and all I managed
was to keep breathing
not seeing
what everything
was really about
up to my eyes and ears
in grime and dust
unaware of the real
sleeping my life away
panicking within the confines
of the tiny box
I put myself in
stunting my growth to adjust
to the self-imposed limits
of life in a box
this is not okay
this is not fine
this will not do
I am more than this
burn the box
burn the box
destroy it all
all that's fake
all that's not real
maybe something will remain
maybe not
burn the box