I could not come up with a suitable title for this, so I left it untitled. Some day it will come to me. It is about someone who built walls of logic to shut the world out. When the walls collapsed, he found out how much he missed.

I know how things go together
With a step to reach every place
There's a rule for everything here
An answer for each problem I face
I know that I'm not creative
I need to see each chart and line
So where are these words coming from now?
These thoughts that fill my mind?

 

It's all so new to me
I've never been like this before
There has to be an answer
In one of these graphs on the floor
I've left my comfort zone
And now I'm breaking new ground
I'm shaking, I'm terrified
By these strange feelings I've found

 

Loneliness is my lifestyle
My path laid out from cradle to grave
Too busy for room for another
This life that made me a slave
So where did all this stuff come from?
It just doesn't make any sense
I never had any desire
To take a look over the fence

 

This is all so new to me
I've just never been like this before
I don't understand this feeling
But I know that I'm longing for more
I left my comfort zone
I'm confused by what's coming 'round
I've got this yearning, this longing
And I'm tired of standing my ground

 

Where I once found just one more problem
I've found such beauty instead
I can't think straight anymore
When these thoughts of you fill my head
Did I go in the wrong direction?
Never thinking of what I could be?
But I know that something has changed now
I was blind, but now I can see