My Mind

My mind is a dirty place;
I am grateful that it's my own space.
No one can see what goes on in there,
Or the fantasies that take me everywhere.
I can dream in peace,
Knowing my thoughts can't escape my mind's crease.

I can store images of those I desire,
And not have to worry about losing them in a fire.
It's nice knowing mind-readers are part of fantasy and science-fiction,
As I dare not turn some of them into diction.
In my mind, I am the best,
Better than all the rest.

I can dream about anyone I choose,
And see them with me when I snooze.
I can change the past in my dreams,
And make it better than it seems.
I can visit any world I want,
Or make love to a cousin or aunt.

I can be like a god in my mind,
And others' wills I can bind.
Or I can be like Superman,
Anything I want to do, I can!
I can become tiny as a flea,
Please don't step on me!

Yes, my mind is a dirty place,
And it's full of fantasies and other stuff that base.
But it is mine,
And not for a zombie to dine.
I don't have anything more to say,
So I hope you have a good day.