In a next couple of weeks schools and colleges will start, and as I move around to different places of the campus I see people unloading boxes , shifting and moving, saying thank you and goodbyes. These are people with new semesters and classes in schools, some who have moved to far away places and some who have taken a chance in making someplace else their home. As I look at the hopeful nature of the transitioning summer and those who come as a part of it, I feel our memories we carry from home are our own way to bring comfort zones. As we grow we will expand on these, we will have much more to carry back than what we brought. For now we are in between slowly unpacking the things in need. In reality we all carry these unpacked boxes, I believe we all draw just a little bit of what is needed, and sort our memories in the unsealed cardboard boxes. I hope you get to take back some amazing moments, this one is dedicated to some of my friends who are starting new this semester, some old friends who are going back to school and some who are having their last year waiting to pack their boxes again.
Cardboard Boxes
You have got cardboard boxes waiting to go
To places that for now are simply unknown
Packed away with little things that you want to carry along
Like pieces of warm spaces, like the ones you call home
Here's to those who will learn to live from a backpack
Their life will go on, as their boxes will slowly unpack
And classrooms will seem more familiar than their room
You will paint your walls with your own shades & hues
Some who are worried about fitting somewhere
Will know there are many who have shared the same scare
And lived to tell of the stories ahead
You will live to make memories & live in memories instead
My Cardboard box fills and empties every year
I feel the need to both leave and stay
And the only thing constant will be the things you hold dear
The things that you could never simply box & take away
Cardboard boxes of any shape or size, we have packed them with days
And sometimes underneath our beds, the empty boxes as reminders still stay.
Cardboard Boxes
You have got cardboard boxes waiting to go
To places that for now are simply unknown
Packed away with little things that you want to carry along
Like pieces of warm spaces, like the ones you call home
Here's to those who will learn to live from a backpack
Their life will go on, as their boxes will slowly unpack
And classrooms will seem more familiar than their room
You will paint your walls with your own shades & hues
Some who are worried about fitting somewhere
Will know there are many who have shared the same scare
And lived to tell of the stories ahead
You will live to make memories & live in memories instead
My Cardboard box fills and empties every year
I feel the need to both leave and stay
And the only thing constant will be the things you hold dear
The things that you could never simply box & take away
Cardboard boxes of any shape or size, we have packed them with days
And sometimes underneath our beds, the empty boxes as reminders still stay.
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