The box that contains
those who are out of boxes:
hardest to escape
This freshly washed glass
on towel, atop table
was once grains of sand
The light will be green
in one way or the other:
depends how you turn
Alone can be sad
or it can be strong and proud,
solid as a rock
Joni got it right
often we just don't get it
till the taxi's gone
We are what we see
Maayan reminded me
Let's look at nice things
That someone gets you
is rarer than one might think
cherish such a thing
If I push you out
then you may never get in-
even when I want
So close to my heart
My humor is serious
My soul's survival
Justification
I'm told I improv it well
Not sure what it is
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