When a dream reveals the deepest and darkest secrets,
Only you really know.
The ones you whisper when alone in the day,
They haunt you at night.
For your subconscious knows you,
Better than your best friend.
It tells you things you already know.
Like a message in a bottle with only half a clue.
For the missing half of the clue is just for you
To work out the very next day.
For the rest we know,
The masks we wear in the day
Our subconscious knows them all, like a party trick
For every day attire.
But when you sleep the window opens to another world.
The world of our subconscious,
The secrets we hide are unearthed
For just us to see and figure out later.
A Creative Soul 