• I live in the black box
• And though in flying I crash and burn
• The story of my journey awaits
• when you open the box at my return.
• I have bounced back, remained intact.

• I live in the black box
• The shelter that held me, scattered in shreds
• The wind that guided me
• Has vanished, is dead
• I have survived, remained alive.

I live in the black box.