Tour Group

I want to take a walk around your mind
With a map of all the famous attractions
Wade through the fountains lacking wisdom
Run from the cops
Policing your heart
Study the gothic architecture of your soul
Look at a painting of your first orgy
With a crowd of self important aspiring artists
And bored school children
Who are at least happy they aren't in school
See the monuments to your own ego
And skip over the dark and depressing bits
Unless it's that kind of tour
I'll flirt with the pretty girls in their tank tops
Ogle the nude beaches
And get drunk in a seedy bar off of a seedy alleyway
Let some girl take me home
And never regret it
Then I'll find the tour group again
Tomorrow we see someone else's mind