A flower will die without water. A flower will die without light. I am a flower trapped inside a box.
Life is a desperate struggle, a fight.
I live without the water. I live without the light. Life is one big contest, To see whom can come out ahead. But a flower trapped inside a box, Will only end up dead. Well, this is a miraculous little poem because in speaking for yourself you are also speaking for me, and, I suppose, many other people in between, most of whom will probably never read it.