This setting is perfect
At home, amidst your things
A quiet you can't trust
Soon he will appear here
To order and adjust
Angles, numbers, names and dust
He visits when you are lonely
And thoughts wander his way
Invades because you're bored
He lives in the mirror
Hides in every drawer
Look beneath your feet
He's blanketing the floor
Mountains of molehills rising up
Words become a page
Speckles become stains
Home becomes a maze
Obsessions, they feed and feast on time
Minutes become days
Seconds become years
Moments become life
Where did it go?
It's been nearly a week now
Since he's shown his face
This is a test
Must seize any moments
He might've once possessed
'Cuz you know better than to rest
He strikes under deadlines
When you've got places to be
Your schedules, he ignores
He's got you living in fear of
What lies beyond those doors
Where chaos reigns supreme
And the control ain't yours
Mountains of molehills rising up
Words become a page
Speckles become stains
Home becomes a maze
Obsessions, they feed and feast on time
Minutes become days
Seconds become years
Moments become life
Where did it go?