Boxes

A story you're told about once every year,

Details increase as you're judged old enough.

Then one year it stops, the story as sparse as it can be,

Everybody feels things,

No matter what they say or how they act,

Emotions run wild through the brain with no control.

Everyone has choices,

I. The Hare 

The hare can bound and sprint and leap, 

Without much effort, rewards will reap. 

The hare can brag and flaunt and rule,