In the quiet of the night,
When the stars are shining bright,
A voice inside my head repines,
"Can you read my mind?"

The thoughts that race, never still,
Like the beating of a heart, so chill,
They whisper secrets, deep and divine,
"Can you read my mind?"

The hopes and fears, joys and pains,
The memories that still remain,
They all dance together, in a line,
"Can you read my mind?"

In dreams, the images that unfold,
The stories yet to be told,
They beckon, calling out like a sign,
"Can you read my...