Lost Boxes Poem by Simbarashe Raymond Mudukuti

After all that's been said and written we all a bunch of lost boxes of causes
What then do we say to the innermost of one's self?
I think?
You see we back to the basis
For this is a theory
How for sure are you certain?
That it's exactly as they see, view and conclude about a certain lost box
This feeling that electrocutes my heart with these thoughts
Its fear of being among the lost boxes
The drive to fulfil an edge, not of one's self but of other boxes
Then can you conclude that we are selfish?
From this stand your thought is good as mine
First the smile and the beating of the aorta
That triggers the sense that makes you ponder
Might the owner of these words share the same thought and feeling?
My answer is straight up
NO and no and lastly NO for the 12th time
It's just an observation of another box piled on top of other boxes
Making its view bigger and brighter
Let me put it to be known that at no point do I see myself bigger than you at all
It's just that I aired out my idea first before you
The precious reader
Another lost box.
The End.