I sit here in this room of silence-
Sit here building a box for myself.
In years to come I shall trap myself in that box-
the years come creeping, the box is finished...

Do I really want to trap myself?
How far must I isolate myself from everyone-
till it becomes too much?

I am half way in- unwillingly dragging myself under!
Why do I do this?
How does this happen?
In the confusing state of mind, the traveling continues.

Do I really want to trap myself?
How far must I isolate myself from everyone-
till it becomes too much?

There I lie on the floor, tearing myself to pieces inside.
Slowly the box builds itself around, I have lost the will to fight.
Why is this about me? My quiet thoughts unravel until I am shouting!
Screaming this question- the power is released!
Why? It always seems to be about me? Why?
I do not live here alone, this planet is full of millions of others.
The only view I have now is a small square of what is going on around me...

Do I really want to trap myself?
How far must I isolate myself from everyone-
till it becomes too much?

Roaring in agony, I break from the prison of self!
Must do something to stop this...
Must do something to stop this...
Falling to my knees I collapse;
What is this hideous monster that I have turned myself into?