If you cross me on your way,
perhaps you might wonder what this
box contains.

If you unravel me,
perhaps you would find innumerable chains.

If you unlock me,
perhaps you would miss that mist of air that would hit you,
to find the box empty.

If you walk away,
perhaps bewildered by the facade,
you would never know I lost my last hope.

If you cross me on your way.