Echoes of the Heart

Boxed In

I'm stuck in this box, day and night

A metal container, my constant sight

No windows to gaze, no doors to roam

Just me, my gear, and this endless home

The rotation's long, the days blend and fade

I lose all sense of time, in this metal shade

I'm a soldier, a warrior, a defender of the land

But in this box, I'm just a prisoner, with no command

The sounds are the same, the smells, the feel

A never-ending cycle, with no chance to reveal

The world outside is vast, with wonders to behold

But in this box, my world is small, and growing old

I dream of freedom, of open spaces wide

Of feeling the sun's warmth, and the wind at my side

But for now, I'm stuck, in this metal box I reside

A soldier on rotation, with no place to hide

The days tick by slowly, the hours crawl and creep

I'm trapped in this box, with no chance to sleep

But still I hold on, to my duty and my pride

A soldier on rotation, until my time inside

Is done, and I'm released, back to the world outside

Where freedom waits, and adventure will reside

But until that day, I'll stay, in this box I'm confined

A soldier on rotation, serving my country's call, in mind.