Finding Home

I built myself a little box

to live away my life in,

but when I tried to step inside,

I found I didn’t fit in.

So I took a little hammer,

and I pounded on my head

to see if I could cubify

to fit my little bed.

I pounded and I pounded,

but still I didn’t fit.

I needed a place to live in,

but I knew this wasn’t it.

So I put away the hammer,

and the box melted away.

Then I built a house for all of me,

and that’s where I live today