He found many boxes
But had few choices
Many were foreign
But few were germane
But at the end he had to choose

With the lack of exposure
He turned out to be naïve
And chose the convenient one
It was convenient to sit
But not habitable to live
But at the end he had to choose

It fitted his body but
It was too little for his soul
It accommodated his body
But suffocated his soul
But at the end he had to choose

He needed a bigger box for
His soul, but it was too big
For his body, then he chose
To compromise his soul, because
At the end he had to choose

He was looking for Ipseity
But he had a false identity
He only knew how he was formed
But never knew why he was created
Like a bird without wings
So was his soul without love