Prompt: You come across a shoebox on the beach. What's in it? (Please note, this is to be sung, not read. Now warm up your vocal cords.)
A shoe box, a blue box - Oh, what's in you, box?
I found you buried three feet under sand.
And I can't understand, why a woman or man
Would put you by hand
So far down, under sand.
What a mystery, is your history.
My mind whispering hints of possibilities.
What hides inside your walls?
Is it mine if no one calls,
Looking desperately for this treasure
That far surpasses them all?
How long must someone wait
Before approaching the gates
That may or may not lead
To Heaven on the other side?
And should I be here alone,
Without a friend or a phone
When the moment arrives
To find out what's inside?
My heart's racing, feet are pacing,
I fear I'm facing a moment of no turning back.
Shallow breathing .... Mind is reeling ....
These things that I'm feeling,
I can't hold out for much longer than that.
So I'll swallow my fears, spit 'em out with the tears
Put myself into gear
And stop this once and for all.
Here goes nothing.
Let's hope it's something.
Ok the counting ....
1, 2, threeeee .....
It's .... it's nothing.
Or maybe it's something. .
I think I'm dreaming.
Are these creatures
(At this point we ran out of time for writing and so the ending makes no sense ... maybe I'll revisit it later.)
Chicago-born citizen of the globe, rich in the things that really matter. Let's get weird.