Little brown package

A thump on the door,
A stranger had left a little brown package on the floor,

picking it up I jiggled it around,

it seemed to be empty, I could hear no sound,

those odd puzzled expressions grasped my face,

the excitement when I first learnt to tie up my lace,

rummaging for something to cut the thread,

Ah! the scissor under my bed,

the crinkling of the crispy brown paper filled my ears,

What lay inside left me with tears,

I opened up an envelope which read,

The 'mysteries of the holy grail of life are unraveled' it said,

I raised my brow in suprise,

I looked in thrice,

I was quite sure nothing was there,

hoping something would happen, i stare,

and then out of the fog a thought comes to me,

what if this is how life is meant to be,

just like a an empty box,

It felt right, like i had finally come around the rocks,

the four walls that bound it together,

were God, mother, father and me, they'd last forever,

when you feel like you're going to fall,
there would be behind four walls,

Though it seems everyone's completely apart,

their the same at heart,

yours is a little brown package fine,

and so is mine.