Tucked away in my Little Black Box-
It was all I knew or cared for;
And then one day
A Little Mouse Came
Up to my Little Black Doorstep.
We both being small
Not caring at all,
We danced
We pranced
We played in the dark
Entertained our thoughts
And slowly came to be.
Then one day
A Little Light came
But not to my Little Black Doorstep
In he came
“Through a Peephole”, he claimed,
“Up in the Little Black Ceiling.”
“Unwelcome Damnation!” I cried
And shut out the Light
As he had no right
To send out a light
To make bright
My Little Red Box.
And then one day
Soon after the fact,
Little Mouse proclaimed:
“Sick of this dark am I.
I think better to try
A new love for my
mind, one more pure and true.”
Thus and thus
Little Mouse deserted
Seeking with Light a greater Gain.
Laying and Lying
In my Little Red Box
I gave thought to the Day
When Little Light came
Took Friend away
Caused Pain.
I blamed Little Light
“For showing another way.”
I say to me:
“We were we
You were you
And if all rings true,
If I have one Hate
It is Hate for you.”
Little Light I did blame
As the many years came,
As a life passed aboard them.
Then suddenly one day
A Little Thought came
Up to my Little Red Doorstep.
I let the Thought in
Raised him
Up to my chin
And listened to
What abhoars him.
Silently I thought with me
“Who are we?”
As we stand in Our Little Green Box.
After Little Thought came,
I ceased to blame.
Began to wonder
Began to wander.
And then one day
A little noise came
From outside the Box around us.
As we listened I exclaimed:
“It is Little Mouse that has came!”
Without restraint
Without complaint
I rushed from Box
To Unknown Street
Which long had laid before us.
Here I came-
Here saw Mouse play
Here saw Light play
Here saw Thought play
Here Dancing in Light, in Rain.
Here I beheld such a sight,
So great, so wonderous,
I Died,
I Lived;
I Breathed…
I Began.
Think For a Change 