The deep dark alleys of the mind, long and unwinding to the core,
A few we know so well , some , yet to explore,
Beautiful memories of yesterday, are hidden in a shrine,
Yet there are those that hurt, it’s a bittersweet galore.
There's a search for some answers, yet a few questions arise,
The need to forget some, oh but the urge to know more,
And a few virgin by lanes, a mystery to the core.
A few dark desires, some shine with light divine,
An unending noise in some, a few ring with a melodic chime,
There's a will to succeed, yet the weakness to give in to crime,
There's a belief in eternity, yet the fear of running out of time.
Secrets dwell deep inside, never shall they come to the fore,
A needless hate for some, yet there are those we adore,
A sense of wonder, a moment of fear,
A subconscious smile, a forced tear,
They're all treasured here - emotions of every kind,
It’s a treacherous place, yet such a beautiful mind.