Your Mind Is a Library

You're mind is a library -a literary sanctum Which all of your thoughts are sorted and sifted Fiction is thoughts that fill your dreams Your imaginary friend you lost at 13 The "wouldn't it be funny"'s and all those "What if"s That filled your mind with revolutionary fits Those little daydreams that you always clasped When you must escape reality's iron grasp Nonfiction is memories that you can't forget When summer's breeze around your head swept When gentle snow fell around your small feet When youth left you bounding with joyful release That time in your bed when you suddenly feared The monsters from stories were suddenly real When Good always won and the meek, reimbursed Before you learned differently when you feared the worst Horror is nightmares that crept in your sleep Your fears and your haunts that's meanings were deep Those things that always go bump in the night They ooze and they crawl as they creep up your spine The things that have happened to those that you've loved You've walled up that nightmare and locked the door shut Comedy is jokes that have uttered from lips Of youthful stupidity and blade-sharpened wits It's cut-ups and comics and gut busting laughs It's smirking, and grinning, and "he who laughs last" Biography is the people whose haunts that you know I'st the mindsets of friends and the seeds that they sow It's those little things- be they big or they small That make up the person who stands before all Drama is the things that have made your heart break All the sins, all the liars, all the little mistakes All the broken promises and all of the greed All of the minds that have sown a bad deed The rotunda is exactly where you now stand Surveying all of the sections at hand Deciding which books that you should unveil And knowing that you'll never run out of shelves