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