Do not fit me in your box;
That box of how life is supposed to be —
That box is not for me.
Many a box up in the loft–
Dusty pages, faded photos, old coats,
Boxes filled with forgotten notes.
Your space is full of box.
A box fortress life.
Yet your head is full of strife.
Only this box full of my things,
One I brought over the sea
I will carry out and be free.
–by A. E. Wallace