Box of sound

Some people are addicted to alcohol
Some to Gamble their childrens college founds on baseball

I am not addicted but intrigued by a little box of sound and light
That sucks me in at sunrise and lets me go at night

My box takes me to places I can't imagine
From Cairo, to Japan, from Jordan to Brooklyn

Sometimes when I had a bad day
my box entertains and make it all go away

Last night we fought
I shut off my box and sat in the same spot

My box draws me in, pretending that it cares about me
But it never lets me get my work done, and it makes the day after bleaky

But My box never lets me down
Its there when i cry and its there when i am mentally drowned

Like all addictions I can't live without my box
It feels like it's always with me where ever i walk