It's getting awfully small in here.
I feel my mind decreasing.
Nothing fresh is coming in.
I'm having trouble breathing.
It's a puzzle what is happening.
All was grand before.
In my cozy little room
Just behind the door.
My thoughts were organized and practical
I needed no reminders.
My eyes could see just perfectly
Inside the custom fitting blinders.
And then there came a knocking
"Get your new ideas right here."
I shouted, "No, I couldn't"
And I quickly closed my ears.
New ideas bring trouble
I don't want them coming round.
I'm closing all the windows now.
Shutting my senses down.
My mind feels like it's draining.
The air is dead in here.
If they would knock just one more time.......
But it's too late I fear.
