I came upon a soul one day,
who acted in a peculiar way.
Trapped in a box that he could not see,
but real to him as you and me.
He pushed and struggled,
grunted and groaned,
but it was just no use,
he was just so alone.
The harder he fought , the worse it became.
Man, was he ever tired of this game.
He could feel the sides, the bottom, the top,
but try as he might , he couldn't get out, make it stop!
He could see all around,
look at all of life's scenes,
but as loud as he shouted,
no one could hear his screams.
Then suddenly he stopped,
took a deep, calming breath,
and laughed at himself,
this was not life or death.
It was plain, he could see,
and it could happen to me.
He had just slipped out of time,
and become a legend in his own mime!
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