not scared of any monsters in my closet or under my bed

but I’m a coward to all the monsters in my head

when the sun goes down and the moon rises high 

my thoughts, they all just come alive

a couple are happy and some make me smile in the dark 

but others make tears and others break my heart 

they might be old memories or predictions of what may come

and some of the thoughts, they just make me feel numb

a mix of a creative mind and some anxiety

and this is only the half just imagine what I dream

maybe cause the room is too hot or too cold

but at night time I swear my thoughts get so bold

then I wake up again, don’t remember going to sleep

just relieved to know my thoughts didn’t consume me