Out of the box

 

Years go by

Watching them fly with tail light beacons 

Flashing their sparkles

Blinding my eyes

Moments fleeting by

In the blink of an eye

As I try to gather up my wits

Just to get through a day

Without a fuss

I get stuck in a rut

A broken record

Begging for release

From the ancient phonograph

That holds it down

What's to be done

That hasn't been done before

By ones before me

Or the ones before them

A voice calls from within

An echo long forgotten

In the rubble that I have created

A life less than ordinary

Shakes me from that reverie

The trance that has had a hold

A hold over my existence

A leap of faith

A purge of the negative

A few kind words

And a glimpse into the world outside

The real one I chose not to see

And there it is

My Yellow Brick Road

In guise of the Ruby Red slippers

I'd slipped into all those years ago

So off I go finding my Dolce Vita

Following that echo

As it leads me to a Seuss-ical Box

Once opened I don't unleash The Mother of all messes 

But a thingamajig to clean up the mess

I called my life