22 September 2012
My life is carefully partitioned,
Boxed, labelled and sealed,
A window to my mind now gone,
Behind cardboard all concealed,
A return to work,
The end of summer,
If I wasn't so restless,
I'd call it a bummer,
So as I wave goodbye,
And one home moves to another,
We head our opposite ways,
Goodbye, my mother and brother.
Boxed Up • Opuss № I