There's a box inside a box,
While clock ticks along with the locks,
Built from blocks that are faux,
If the walls could talk, would they walk?
To run from being a tinderbox?
If ignited, would it become a paradox?
To escape the clock that ticks the locks,
A beating heart kept apart from the fox,
Looking for a place to settle in like Goldilocks,
Hiding away from the flock,
While each second goes by it stalks,
The world that's become covered in pox,
Separated by a box inside a box,
A beating heart kept apart from the fox,
While the clock ticks along with the locks,
Built from blocks that are faux,
Would it become a paradox?