What things go through your head
When you lay down and no one is there?
When you know that no one is listening
Is it a dream, or perhaps a nightmare?
Do you think of the rest of the world
And how we’re all stuck in a cell?
Or maybe those shoes you’ve been wanting
Or if there’s a heaven or hell?
Think hard, for I say this
Not to judge; no fingers I point, I can say
But your thoughts? They truly define you
Not facades, nor roles you portray
Live. Love. Be honest
Please, be true to the core
For when you find the real you
Your reason to search – it’s no more