Near a grove of trees
In a northern wood
I found a locked box
With wires leading away
They disappeared on all sides
Connected to something
I couldn't see
All I knew was the box
In front of me
And the words scrawled
Upon its side
In faint relief
Press on
There was no forest
There were no trees
There was no meaning
There was only me
There was no button
There were no keys
There was no future
There was only me