some time I feel like I'm Batman in a room at the Gotham City Hotel with the Riddler in the room over me The Joker in the room under me Catwoman in the room nextdoor on one side and The Penguin nextdoor on the other side I'm talking to Alfred on the phone " I don't know what it is but something feels wrong" don't know why but I got this funny feeling I'm boxed in surrounded by villain's I'm no superhero it takes practice to not bat zero I can hear my granny say "follow your first mind it won't steer you wrong" it's all in front of me in plain sight I see the sign I'm not walking in blind steps ahead walking backward to keep a eye on what's behind reaching for the ceiling the walls closing in ain't no better friend to talk to than one listening in the spirit