The world is closing

I was born into a closing world.
Left with a blessed gift of life.
It's intent built on a dream of something new to those who are growing old.
Noone wants to be left alone,
in a world that's closing in.
I cannot see how this life is a blessed thing where curses are real to those who cannot dream.
I'd rather close my eyes and I'd rather not see the closing walls and doors that locks us in.
The keys are in our hands, forgotten.