I wander through the rooms I carry with me in my head,
they go with me where I go, it mostly just depends.
There are rooms that I’ve abandonded and barely go inside
and others where I’m there a lot, and others where I hide.
There are some I leave wide open where anyone may go,
some I lock up tight, and would rather no one go in those.
There are some that are neat and tidy and some that are a mess,
there are some where I’m creative, I love those, I think the best!
I wander through those rooms when I’m trying to fall asleep
the rooms in my past when I’m praying my soul to keep
They’re comforting to walk through when I’m lying in my bed
those rooms that I wander through that live inside my head!