It arrived the other day
Just sitting there in the middle of the room
Wasn't sure what to do about it
Something not quite right
It was a strange sight
Nobody could understand my plight
I wondered how long it would remain
Or if it could cause further pain
Maybe it was just something plain
Didn't seem like there was much to gain
Lying on the middle of the floor wasn't sure if it would call
Thinking about it but had no idea at all
Wondering if it would open up
Never sure if it would be enough
Maybe there will be more
Wondering if it was controlled by some law
It just sat there like there were plenty more
Unsure of it's future that's for sure
Didn't seem to be seeking applause
It was existing without cause
Time it had a plenty
It was just lying there empty
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