A Man & His Box

Does Jack remind you of anyone?

Ladies and gents,

You don't know Jack.

Hence I wax poetic

To remedy that.

Jack has a knack

For following the pack.

This fool dives in the pool

To swim with the rules.

He doesn't judge it lame

To remain with the same.

He has no concept or clue

Of the power in the new.

He becomes pained

Whilst thinking of change.

If you wish to make him jittery,

Simply do something differently.

He isn't very bold, so it's told,

So he tightly clings to the old.

He doesn't bother finding or fixing

What is not broke or missing.

Jack thinks inside the box.

He lives within it, too.

From his daily choice of socks,

To his evenings with his boo.

His house, his office, even his car,

Really, glorified boxes they are.

But let us not sneer and jeer.

For who among us isn't also in there?

Like Jack, we tend to backtrack

Toward usual ways, days, facts and acts.

Indeed it takes a lot

To rock the orthodox.

But let's bid farewell to Jack

And climb out of the box.

© Matt Decker