Living in a Box
We want our morning paper ready on the table, rather than taking a walk in the wilderness to relish the morning. The wild air knocks at our window but we prefer the mild-tempered air conditioner to suit our conformity. And how many times do you think about matching colors, but not for one moment, wonder at the color of a butterfly on your window? The sky is our limit, but we’re confined to open spaces. So many windows and doors are open to us, but not one is we able to pursue.
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