I keep a forest inside of my brain,
quiet and dark and away from all pain.
Sometimes my pillow won’t fit my head
and there isn’t room for me in my bed
with all the worries and cares of the day,
so I leave it to them and slip away.
I wander amid the twilight trees,
deeply inhaling a cleansing breeze;
dispelling the gloom and finding my peace
when my tensions finally release.
Don’t look for me until it is light;
my forest is calling to me tonight.