It's hidden deep you
know
That secret space within
my mind
That place where no
one goes
And none can find.
It’s where thoughts
spark
And ideas flow
The rhythms in the
dark
Where secrets grow
I write stories in my
head
And talk to made up
names-
Of people long now
dead
With strange and
secret games
Shelves and shelves
of dreams
Each waiting at my
call
And I with infinite
means
Control it all
Indeed at times
myself I cannot find
This secret library within my mind
