I picture a library inside of my mind An infinitely spiraling staircase to climb I imagine having every wall lined with an endless number of memory files to find I see a library, with so many books, accumulated over time Separated by the chapters of my life and times I am what lyes beyond the pines Where the sun don’t ever shine You can read between the lines The path I walk is full of twists and turns as it winds And all the lights that light the way are so bright they’ll leave you blind And these references and lines All intertwine like vines Inside my mind mind you’ll find a field full of mines