when I`m too deep in my own mind

A house on the block and a home in my head

With a skull for a roof and a brain for a bed

The heavy lids close on my windows at night

And a mask on my face helps to shut out the light

Swaddled and tucked under blankets and sheets

To ward off the cold of the frigid night breeze

Which seeps through the nose and tickles my skin

In the unconscious mind that I lie naked in

Exposed and awake in the darkness alone

Seeking warmth in the bed of the head I call home