Corridors of My Mind

Corridors of My Mind


I walk the dusty corridors of my mind,
Some dark and scary -- I don't want to go there.
Others have windows where people may look in.
Expressions on the many faces vary,
Some indifferent, cheerful or apprehensive.
Sometimes they'll ask if I will come out to play.
Sometimes they're afraid I will come out to play.

I like to hide in a special corridor
Far from prying faces, questions or demands.
I feel safe wrapped in thoughts, words and in music.
As I walk this corridor they comfort me.
My mind bends with the music of Stevie Ray.
I feel his love, his pain and his addiction.
With him I travel the same path of despair.

In another corridor mellifluous
Melodies sung by Leonard Cohen soothe me.
His words so enigmatic leave me full of
Amazement and humility. Like him now
"I ache in the places where I used to play."
Pink Floyd's "The Dark Side of the Moon" reminds me
"There's someone in my head but it's not me."

I'd like to stay in these dusty corridors.
Explore, relive, reminisce about old times.
The outside, fraught with dangers of the present,
Is often unpleasant, at best bearable.
Better I remain inside and in control
Than venture out to be buffeted by the
Elements of nature and human nature.

Yes, that is what I'll do. I'll retire into
Myself where it is warm and safe and secure,
Where I keep my favorite things, my treasures.
The faces may peer in the empty windows
But all they'll see is deserted corridors.
Meanwhile, I'll be tucked away, lost to outside
Influences and distractions. I'll be home.