SHADOWS OF MY MIND
There is life in the shadows of my mind,
behind every closed door,
in every turn after dark turn.
I wander free in its dark alleyways.
The spirits of thought,
they hide in the shadows,
waiting their turn.
Seeking to get out I opened the door;
I was blinded by the light.
There was a different, brighter, world;
a life sans surprises.
I walked back into the shadows.
Still have a few games to play
with the demons of my mind.