#2

It took its place in the crevice of the box

As if it were meant all along

It waited patiently for the right time to strike

Not making itself quite known

Until the day it grew impatient of waiting and woke up

And slowly consumed the contents of the box

As quietly as if it were still asleep

Causing the box to lose its acquired mass

And making it appear as if nothing was gone

Until the moment the box stood void

In the shadow of its former self

Undecided

Waiting patiently for instructions

Having none given

And continued to stand for a length of time

With no path indicated and virtually indecisive

To the mobile world around it

Until it decided it was time to start anew

But it returned to initiate its own scheme

And all the anxious box could do was what had been

done along

But this time with the knowledge of its defeat

And now to where?