If I could crack me open
And see inside my mind
I really truly wonder
What on earth i'd find.

Aside from all the blood and guts
There must be something more
Perhaps a spark of magic
Or at least a secret door.

I passage way to dreamland
A train down memory lane
A nice comfy padded room
For the bits that went insane.

Since I really know me
I'm certain there would be
A stable block of unicorns
That only eat ice cream.

And in the darkest corner
There's probably a door
Shutting of a little room
Where all my tears are stored.

And around the whole thing
A great big wall stands tall
To give me strength of mind
When I am feeling small.

I'm entirely certain
That there's more than blood and guts
Perhaps there's lots of little people
In lots of little huts.

Maybe they keep me tidy
And when they go on strike
I get all bamboozled
And fall right of my bike.

Perhaps they paint the pictures
Of all the things I think
A hundred tiny artists
With sequins, paints and inks.

And my imagination
must be down to them
How else could dream such dreams
And forget them all again.

Spend a passing moment
Thinking on your mind,
The possibilities are endless
To what might lie inside.