A Dirty Mind

Underneath this muck, you'll find: the things that lurk inside my mind.

A pile of junk gives way to dreams. A wondrous place bursting its seams.

Here you see a stream of ink! Oh, there! You hear it sigh?

Above your head, the colors play and paint a twilight sky.

The breeze is cool against your skin, the stars ablaze tonight.

Beneath that dirt and dust, you see, exists a glorious sight.