Hand me a map,
One of my head
So that I can navigate myself through the dark forests
And stormy nights.
Hand me a map,
So I can explore my subconscious
And discover all of the thoughts that whir around when I don't notice them.
Hand me a map,
So that I can stay on the footpaths
And not wander off in the wrong direction
Like Little Red Riding Hood
Did so simply.
Hand me a map,
So that I can walk on the right side of the street
And see my demons
From a distance.
Hand me a map,
Because I am lost and I fear it is to never be found.
Hand me a map,
So that I can find myself.
-by holly boyd
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