Pandora's Box

I've pushed and I've pulled I've coaxed but still like a mule, more stubborn than I, it stayed and it stared with no time to spare as it was busy being bare and naked in its lair with no need to wear the wool lies and the satin deceit and the leather boastfulness that i then adorn myself in.

But then it steps, out into the light and I feel a slight bit of regret as it rears its ugly head and suddenly I'm its pet as I am at the mercy of its beckon call. The grass is always greener on the other side, but now that I stand in it, I can see with my own eyes, that its just an illusion, just dirt with green dye. And while, here I stand, all that I find is an uneasy stomach and a battered up mind that keeps messing up the time, and dropping the rhyme and isn't worth half a dime but at the same time it is priceless. For inside it, it holds, the hopes and the woes, the key to the soul of the man who beholds the turning of the hand and the print of the step.

And if its worth it or not, I'm not yet sure. Should I have spend so much time with my bait and my lure? Only time will tell as with the waring of rocks, what lies at the end of Pandora's Box