the inner-you

as the conscious-self fades away
and mr hyde starts holding sway
the mind travels into its own back streets
where memory meets desire, in discreet

secret furtive delicious little visions
play across the mind with hazy precision
sometimes fear pays a call
comes unannounced, imagine the gall

y're drowning into your own nebulous self
too unaware to ask for any help
it has a mind of its own you know, the inner-you
and maybe a plan, a destination too

it seems to have gone away by day
back to your rosy life, y're happy & gay
but like a sunless shadow it follows, mostly hidden
but reminding you of buried intents - some not-so-good, some forbidden

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Dreams are wonderful things. The conscious-self relinquishes control, fades away and the sub-conscious, like the graveyard shift watchman, takes over. It is your driver into the bylanes of your own internal landscape comprising your memories, desires and those places from where they leap off together into your imagination.