I feel as though my lips are closed and nothing can get through
No air to breathe or words to speak or food for me to chew
My eyes have shut and locked themselves and I can't find the key
I am blind to what the world, in grandeur, has to offer me
My ears are clogged and cannot hear the many words that are spoken
It seems that every sense I have is tainted, trashed, or broken
To say that I feel locked outside is an understatement for sure
This grand blockade I stand behind could not possibly be a door
Instead I think it is a wall that extends both long and high
and doesn't quit or taper off, even when it reaches the sky
For the sky is no boundary to the loneliness I feel.