My Mind Is A Sanctuary For Stray Thoughts
That Nobody Else Wants
They Would Be Out In The Cold, Wandering,
If It Wasn’t For Me
Taking Them In, Giving Them A Home.
Sometimes I Take Them Out, Dust Them Off,
See If They’re Ready
To Go Back To The World. Decide They’re Not,
Put Them Back, Take In Some More.
It’s Getting Crowded In Here!

Perhaps You Have Room For Some?
They’re Free To A Good Home.