Growing up and out growing

In your head

I live in a small box

You keep the lid closed

Rarely checking

Am I still there?

Have I outgrown the confines of your mind?

And what you believe me capable of?

The thing is

With your small box

And me

We are defeated even before we begin

Because the answer to your question is always the same

As long as I remain

Part of your small compartmentalised brain

Then again,

Quantum mechanics suggests

Several alternatives

For the box

The *cat

And questions

Am I dead?

Living?

Changed from how you see me

It doesn’t matter

Because when you open the box

I’m not there

I’m here

And just like Houdini

I’ve escaped from the chains of your perception

*how we are perceived by others should not in any way effect our personal growth and abilities yet sometimes, when people are sensitive to the opinions and judgement…