Elucidating Questions

I wake up every morning in a box

Walk to get in another box

Drive a while in that box

Get out of the box just to walk into another box

And spend my day in that box

It’s not the box thing that’s the issue

It’s that it’s always the same

The monotony of being ill

Constantly trapped in the same boxes

I want to go out

But then I’d have to fight

I just want to see someone

I need someone to see

I wish I had somebody when I need someone to see

Maybe they’d want to see me

I just want someone that wants to see me

That isn’t paid to see me

I wish someone wanted to see me

It’s all just wishes