i sit here in my box
a paralyzed paradox
if i could move, id still be frozen in this place
but it is true that i cannot
and in this box, i sit, and slowly rot.
but if i were to tear down the walls
i would find myself free from all of these laws
and i wouldn't just move, i would fly
through skies ive painted with only my eyes
so in this box
lies the paradox of me
in one place, but everywhere I see
so i shut my eyes
and i am free