Boxes

Can you take the lead?

Or are you more of a follower?

She asked me.

That I'm more of a filler.

I wanted to explain.

Without seeming indecisive.

Because I didn't want to dance to her tune.

I sincerely fill in the social gaps.

The flaws I sense.

Describe your ideal day.

Is it surrounded by many others,

Or do you prefer to be on your own?

Can someone please tell me

Why I always have to be one thing or the other?

Why does a temporary choice take on such an eternal character?

What do you want to eat for the rest of your life?

What job will you do until you retire?

What perfume will you wear for eternity?

What if I want to live between the lines?

Are there still souls wandering around there?

Do you think so?

Because nowadays we pigeonhole everything.

And if that pigeonhole doesn't quite fit,

no problem, we'll define a new one

and give it a different name.

Are you neither man nor woman? Ah. Non-binary.

Neither fish nor fowl? Ah. Veggie tube. Or soy slice.

Not introverted but not extroverted either? Ah. Otrovert.

Stand still for a moment 

so we can build a new box

around you.

And don't come out anymore, okay?

It's easier that way.

May I open all those boxes - just a crack

And continue living in the doorway?

Will you come and visit me there?