Out There

When I opened the folder
The box said “Check Here.”
I looked around and thought to myself,
“Check Where?”
The answer didn’t seem right
The box wasn’t me.
But the paper said “Check Here.”

When I opened the folder
The box said “Check Here.”
I looked around and whispered out loud,
“Check Where?”
The answer didn’t seem right
The box wasn’t me.
But the paper said “Check Here.”

When I opened the folder
The box said “Check Here.”
I looked around and said out loud,
“Check Where?”
The answer didn’t seem right
The box wasn’t me.
But the paper said “Check Here.”

When I opened the folder
The box said “Check Here.”
I looked around and screamed out loud,
“Check Where?”
The answer didn’t seem right
The box wasn’t me.
But the paper said “Check Here.”

When I opened the folder
The box said “Check Here.”
I look around and thought to myself,
“Nowhere.”
The answer seemed just right
The box wasn’t me.
I left and went “Out There.”
poetryAaron LinneComment