I've got the perfect hiding place for all pain and sorrow
A place where heartaches can be stored away till tomorrow
Every problem i'm unwilling to address
I simply toss them in the box until a time when i'm ready to have a redress
Every issues that are unbearable to face
So stifling like an air-tight case
Nerve racking, worrisome, panic ridden troubles
That seem to move around in doubles
That cause my head, like thunder, to rumble
Stubborn, blunt ones with no regard for the approach called subtle
Like stampeding elephants they trample on my once clear, straight way
Until I feel lost in a maze
These are the ones I drop in the Box
Stored in my own private problem vault
Giving me room to breathe and decompress
Helping me to relieve stress
I'm not illusioned to think the pain, like smoke would disappear
At the moment they just seem too hard a burden to bear
Pesky, emotional, draining issues that feed on the soul
And make me feel hallow like a dry bone
Refreshed and battle ready I open the Box and face the first obstacle
Severing each and every single annoying tentacles
Confidence dripping off me like sweat, washing away doubts and fear
Victory becoming ever so near
Victory would have been a wide distant dream
Drowning in the bucket of problems filled to the brim
But thanks to the little black box of mine
I can face them one at a time
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