If I Had a Box

If I had a box, I would place it under the sunshine and hope it grows. A few drops of water and my hopes that it will multiply like little gremlins. But what if the box doesn’t multiply and grow? What if my dreams to make this box something of significant value leaves me in a ludicras state? What if I realize after my venture, that a box, in fact, is unmultipliable and does not grow – that it requires life, which it has not?

Perhaps I should look at it as it is, a box. A box which will always be the same size and will never multiply into more than one box. Or… perhaps I should save myself the hassle, and just go get a bigger box.

Brain-poopered by Uncle Sushi