I may not have a dirty mind,
But innocence is hard to find,
My thoughts roam through the night,
Darkness creeps in, out of sight.
I try to keep them at bay,
But they still come out to play,
My mind is not always pure,
Sometimes it's hard to endure.
I wonder if it's just me,
Or if others feel this degree,
Of wickedness lurking inside,
Waiting for a chance to collide.
So though my mind may not seem obscene,
There are definitely thoughts not so serene,
I may not have a dirty mind,
But my thoughts can be dark and unkind.
