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 Wearing clothes? (At this point we ran out of time for writing and so the ending makes no sense ... maybe I'll revisit it later.)
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