The mind is a fickle friend,
Scores of thoughts and promises it holds.
Deepest and darkest secrets reside within,
Dreams, are its outlet, I was once told...

Never can you really erase a thought,
No matter how hard you try.
It might have just been for a fleeting moment,
But it's there, and your imaginative juices never run dry.

Good, bad, shocking, no matter what,
They're all in there.
Sooner or later, they come creeping out,
Dreams, naked to your soul, they bare...