My mind is a labyrinth......

 Intertwining with every new thought

And with every thought I care to hide away.

Some of my thoughts are filled with

That disease of the mind that I can’t contain,

The disease that doesn’t care who it takes down…

Then, I have thoughts that are lovely,

Dripping with the sweet honey

That everyone loves to hear,

The honey that would be refreshing

If it existed in other places

Than just our minds.

Each one of these thoughts

Take me somewhere far, far away,

Far away enough of where I can’t hear them yell,

Or hear them cry out so loud.

Just far way enough to not have to deal…

Everyone has secret thoughts,

Those if anyone knew were true,

Than we all would have to confess up to God,

The God that most don’t believe in,

That our sins are far too scary to face,

And admit that we even dared to think them.