What goes on in that little mind of yours,
Nobody will ever know,
Is it something old?
Or is it something new?
Maybe it’s some kind of mischief,
You are going to perform,
A one that will put you in trouble,
But I guess you ready to face the consequences.
Or maybe it is a sad thought,
About a day long gone,
But your mind fills up with those memories,
Until you don’t drown.
But I can’t see any smirk,
Or a frown on your face,
I guess you are very good at concealing that notable change.