PANDORICA
The pandorica box
Without a key
Just holds the air of mystery
Its sit and glares
Right up there
Staring right back at me

Am I the one who fills it
Do I fill it with myself
No one would guess what's in you
Sitting there like on a shelf

I have thoughts of your discovery
The pros
And all the cons
But looking at my history
All candidates are wrong

So I suppose you'll stay a secret
Until you open your doors
To welcome in the life beyond your jet black walls.