The Box

Don’t want to live inside this box That’s sealed with a thousand locks Need to be free to spread my wings And try to do a thousand things The box is time and its constraints The hours are just like restraints I cannot move, I cannot breathe I struggle for the words to weave A moment here, a moment there I twiddle thumbs and wonder where The inspiration for a song Just never seems to come along I sit in silence, wrack my brain To come up with a new refrain A turn, a twist a clever thought But only find myself distraught If only I could find escape From this damn box that seals my fate I'd finally have my thousand words But sometimes isn't in the cards