Come here, close, but please be kind
As I let you tiptoe through my mind
I’ll show you all the things I hide
In places that you’d never find
These shelves aren’t empty
Stocked with care
They hold my burdens
Weight I bear
Hidden hallways, secret doors
This palace has so many floors
Thoughts live life locked up in here
Some, I wish, would disappear
I care not for what others say
For at the end of every day
This mirror is all that I need
To know who’s looking back at me
Sleep with solace, every night
Knowing for what things you fight
It’s writ in Proverbs, twenty three
As man thinks, so is he
How the World Should Work 