My mind is an awfully large place
Though its all crammed up
Sorry, there's no more rental space
You see....
Dreams are so mashed up in the drawers
Stashed in battered stacks beneath the floors
Pouring through wooden slats in the doors
Also....
Inspiration never stops pouring in
Even though I keep stuffing it into every jar and tin
On containers I am starting to run quite thin
Maybe....
I could store you away with all the other me's
All of the future people that I might be
But you'll be trampled eventually
But....
I will never store you by the right edge
For that is a very treacherous and sly ledge
And there, darkness does hedge
So....
You see now that there is no more room
But that's just for today
So come back soon