As I walked to work one morning
I realized I am holding something
A box, between both my hands
I grasp it tight, tight as I can
I keep on walking, who knows why
Right, I have to go to work, at least try
But there is a burning question in my brain
What’s in the damn box, I am going insane
I think about dropping it, but no
Silly, I wouldn’t stoop so low
Wait, what’s silly about that at all?
I can’t say, maybe a friend I will call
He doesn’t know.
He says, just go.
I forget where I’m going, give me a clue?
Maybe inside the box I will find the truth
Who gave me this box, I can’t remember
There’s no return label, no return to sender