Outside the wall, everything is unknown.

And I don’t want to know.

There may be some monsters,

but there is no answer.

Maybe flying cats or walking birds, I don’t know,

and I don’t want to know.

Maybe it’s all normal,

with normal things, people with morals.

The wall blinds me,

it glides through light and covers the sight…

I don’t know, maybe.

The wall is strong,

it separates me and the world.

Me and only a wardrobe, full of loneliness.

No others, just me and the wardrobe.

Outside, no lights. Blinds my eyes…

Nothing is there, all fear.                 

Don’t want to know…