A soul that needs no golden locks
To put itself back in the box
Anticipations outer touch
Can simply seem to be too much

Windows reflections they will blind
Thoughts of different in your mind
The recollections they are directions
To the inner soul’s deflections

Ninety degrees multiplied by four
Add some height up past the door
Fasten the door up really tight
To block out all that outer light

Shutout the ears without the tears
To block out sound to last the years
Close your eyes and memorize
The visions of your new disguise

Visions of a different scene
Sometimes are really only dreams
Looking thru those windows seem
To conjure up an unattainable regime

So put the soul back in the box
And fasten down those inner locks
Perhaps it’s good to leave the window
While the mind just sits in its limbo

Acceptance it is a brand new step
To keep the heart from what is left