Matte painting

HE WANTS TO BREAK FREE
He is cartoned, he is closed,
to breathe in life of his own,
the sack of knowledge that lies on his back,
gifts him no wisdom or teachings of righteousness,
but only endless clinging of coins,
it has brought him comfort but not in mind,
a robot who works to know nothing outside his box of mind,
is now lonely and weeps for pleasure he missed out,
in smiling with no reason like a child and jumping around,
when he realizes this he goes out for a stroll,
the clouds weep too and his loneliness is shared,
flowers lying on his path catch his attention,
seeing the slush drops over them, he goes philosophical,
relating the flower's silent death with himself he feels,
now the immortal flowers too have faced their death and how!
But hopeful of a better time, he carves out the positive out of negative
he waits no more but jumps in slush to shake off the distress he had shouldered
just to be happy now as the wait for a dandy tomorrow never seemed to end.