A bit of poetry.

You are locked in a box and you hold the key, imagine for a minute there is no you or me.. Just the box in a field grass as green as it gets, trees, a river and the harmless wildlife, the warm sun also a cool breeze.

Picture the lights of a city pink, blue and yellow swishing past. People walking along you are a ghost seeing this through a human host.

Hear the the waterfall brushing and crashing into a peaceful lake. You don't exist make no mistake, a campfire by the river no people just a peaceful scene and a moon that gleams.

You are back in the box.