Enter your mind.
What will you find?
A hallway of mazes.
All kinds of fazes.
It's dark and it's scary.
What a burden you'll carry...
For throughout this hallway,
Lies things that you'll say,
Stuff that you'll do,
And forgotten memories too.
Open a wrong door,
And there might not be a floor.
Your mind is treacherous.
For in your sub-consciousness,
Your conscience took over
And it put you under a cover.
It started a new dark age
That threw your thoughts into a rage.
So draw yourself out
Of this place without a doubt.
And then your conscience will be defeated
And your mind will be heated.
You'll be able to speak your will,
Also able to have your fill.
Now don't ever venture back again
Into the place that will give you pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very intersting choice of words. Well Done