This time, Pandora does not open the box.
This time, Pandora is a little girl in downtown Manhattan Who peeks around corners and always gets into places she shouldn’t She is a bright girl, A sweet girl, And so, so, curious Her mother watches her go and thinks That will get her into trouble someday. This time, Pandora darts across the street without checking for safety. She is snagged back from the brink of danger just in time by her mother And is scolded for her rashness. When she turns to look, The spotted cat she saw on the other side of the street ducks into an alley And is gone. She resolves to be quicker next time. This time, Pandora talks to her teachers after class. They discuss everything and nothing The sky, the clouds, last night’s homework Nothing is too big or too small to be pulled apart by her nimble hands. This time, Pandora becomes a journalist Speaking with everyone And never accepting simple answers She catches wind of something strange going on in the city And decides to investigate. This is the box. This time, Pandora’s obscure passion for economics comes in handy As she sifts through file after file Trying to understand where all this new money Is coming from. This is the key. This time, Pandora receives a hand-written note slipped under her door Telling her to stop looking To forget what she’s found And not tell anyone. This is the lock. This time, Pandora does not open the box. so it is, so it goes - Atlas
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