Spector

    Numbers take up all my space,
    all the space within my mind.
    And all else shall take it's place
    at the proper time.
  
    But everytime it hones in view
    I lose my current focus.
    Forgetting all the things I knew,
    pushed out of my solace.
  
    Words can take up all the space,
    some which are not mine.
    Even though it seems a waste,
    a waste of precious time.
  
    But when I see it coming near
    my words all seem to hide,
    all the words I hold so dear,
    when it hits my eyes.
  
    Music swallows up my soul,
    puts me in another time,
    leaves me with an empty hole;
    I've lost something of mine.

    But then I see it once again,
    it swallows up my sight.
    I go completely blind and then
    I cannot find the light!