Buried Boxes

Everybody says it's easy
To forget the things that hurt
Just put them in a cardboard box
And bury deep into the dirt

But like a seed that brakes the ground
Something snaps inside your mind
And memories come rushing back
To haunt, to stab you from behind

And you are swept into the whirlwind
Of faces, sceneries and sounds
That crash upon you all at once
As they keep going round and round

You shake like a lief and you're sick to your stomach
So helpless to fight what you feel
In swiveling motion, with violent force
Your thoughts and your memories reel

They turn in a while into poisonous mixture
That soaks through your body and soul
Spreading inside like a fever
Making your skin itch and crawl

But since it is inevitably true
That people never really learn
You rip it out once again
Leaving you confused and torn

You take another brown cardboard box
And try to bury it deeper still
If you should do this once again at least
Use the one made out of steel