The mind is a box
Of infinite size
Somewhere to rest
When closing your eyes
A telephone exchange
Of forgotten calls
An ocean contained
Without any walls
A wilderness lost
In the tiniest space
With time stretching out
At an ever-faster pace
Recognising nothing
Whilst nothing calls out
Silence delayed
And muffled throughout
Sounds of the past
No longer of use
Gone but for flashes
Of split second youth
Becoming less relevant
As bodies decay
But erupting like birds
On the very last day