My mind is like a honeycomb - tunneled, sweet, and hollow.
Filled with doors I should not open, and paths I should not follow.
Secrets dwell like sentient shadows, busy at their work.
And yellow barriers tell where all the scary monsters lurk.
My mind is filled with signals, like STOP, SLOW DOWN, and YEILD.
Red tape is everywhere. There are several doors marked sealed.
A darker corner waits around the very darkest bend.
And gossip clutters hallways, on paper postmarked SEND.
My mind is playing music, in rooms you won't expect:
Forlorn songs and happy tunes that have a strange effect.
If a stranger BREAKS and ENTERS, he'll find a waiting snare.
And that is why, at my mind's door, there's a sign that reads BEWARE.
Author's Note: Sorry about the weird formatting, folks - the document manager wanted it this way. *nodsnodsnods*
Filled with doors I should not open, and paths I should not follow.
Secrets dwell like sentient shadows, busy at their work.
And yellow barriers tell where all the scary monsters lurk.
My mind is filled with signals, like STOP, SLOW DOWN, and YEILD.
Red tape is everywhere. There are several doors marked sealed.
A darker corner waits around the very darkest bend.
And gossip clutters hallways, on paper postmarked SEND.
My mind is playing music, in rooms you won't expect:
Forlorn songs and happy tunes that have a strange effect.
If a stranger BREAKS and ENTERS, he'll find a waiting snare.
And that is why, at my mind's door, there's a sign that reads BEWARE.
Author's Note: Sorry about the weird formatting, folks - the document manager wanted it this way. *nodsnodsnods*