The Box

I open no boxes
I count no years
I’m living in a box myself
Taking no airplanes
Driving no cars
Walking everywhere
I work in no office
I work for nobody
I’m living on a Hindu shelf
Hearing no lectures
Seeing no wartime
Following lucky trails
Om Ma Ni Pad Me
Om Ma Ni Pad Me
Om Ma Ni Pad Me Hum

I draw no curtains
Turn on no light
Breathing in natural sun
I climb no concrete
Cardboard towers
Houses high of ice
I like the box I’m living in
You cannot see for why
I’m living like a beggar
Sleeping like a spy
Om Ma Ni Pad Me
Om Ma Ni Pad Me
Om Ma Ni Pad Me Hum

I chase no shadows
Trust no game
Live by my own rules
Use no mirrors
Build no prisons
Laughing with the fools
Starving with my prophets
Learning from my bones
City preachers guide me
City sky my home
Om Ma Ni Pad Me
Om Ma Ni Pad Me
Om Ma Ni Pad Me Hum