Head and heart

In my mind there is a door...
Past this door there is a desk...
On this desk there is a book...
in this book there is nothing written.

In my heart there is a street...
On this street there is a light...
By this light there is a girl...
With this girl there is just me...

In my mind there is a lock...
Past this lock there is my heart...
In my heart there is a door...
Past this door there is my mind.