Inside my box

In the box,
I find silence and peace,
From the holes inside,
I peep through,
The world outside,
and I feel content,
in my box.

They ask me to come,
to come out and play,
To help them build
and destroy,
Or whatever fancies their dismay,
They ask me to break the walls,
and see the world outside my box.

I hear them all the same,
and I ignore them,
for their sake and mine,
Outside where they ask me to come,
might be better than inside,
But I know for certain,
world or no world,
I am good, inside my box.

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