Each box projects a life behind an illuminated screen,
A myriad of choices, clues to happiness of self-esteem,
Many refreshments of the mind all uniquely locked inside
Savor the various flavors, before the key's of truth turn n hide.
Each box has numerous secrets wholly tucked away,
Some are endowed treasures solely reserved for a rainy day,
Others are cherished pearls from wisdom's infinite array,
Whilst a few drink nectar from the golden goblet of Mandalay.
Each box has special switches to turn on spirits light,
It is well hidden, packed away by ego's contorting might,
But when the channels are connected, a powerful candle is lit
The riches of the soul appear, simple; yet incredibly exquisite.
Each box is filled with mystical chocolates, orgasmic to the taste,
Fed to new born infants but lost in a race with to much haste,
Intelligence tunes in at birth, played on a baby Grand.
How wisdom trickles through, the human grains of sand.