Inside my head there are so many rooms
Some of them dark and kept well out of sight
Others as close and confining as tombs
Holding fell creatures from which there’s no flight
Monsters that glower and hide from the light
And there are some whose doors swing open wide
Showing quite clearly there’s nothing inside
 
Not even these rooms are empty of course
One for example is used as a store
When one remembers this room is the source
Stacked full of memories piled on the floor
Full to the ceiling with no room for more
Although it’s full can this store still expand?
Making the room to take more on demand?
 
Yes, is the answer for this store will grow
Stretching its limits it cannot be filled
Memories made must have somewhere to go
Keeping them safe where they will not be killed
Unlike the dreams I once dreamed that were stilled
Dreams of a future not Spartan and cold
Memories only now I’m growing old
 
Filled up but empty a confusing place
All my achievements were empty you see
Crammed full of nothing, an echoing space
Full of the things that I thought I could be
Things that I now know were never for me
Doing the things that I thought I could do
Wishing for things that could never come true
 
Yes! look in through the windows of my mind
See all the clutter and chaos inside
See that there’s nothing of value to find
Far from the world where I tremble and hide
Knowing how others my efforts deride
Here in my head hope is empty and bare
Yet I am different from others, – I care