A box is a rather dull figure.
It has no preference—
Or obscurity—
It’s nothing that could give any interest.

Four corners, four sides.
With nothing special or great
and yet, to anyone who sees it is compelled
by what’s behind that clever, devious shape.

The more you stare, the more you’re entranced.
It becomes another dimension;
An imposter of reality
that evolves into an addiction.

Before you know it, life has passed—
Friends have said “Adieu”—
You realize that your life
is lonely and askew.

Instead of submitting to the essence casket,
Think of life as a mystery.
Go out to be real.
¿Pourquoi tu gâches ta vie?