Is your mind but a cage to fathom dreams, or unexplored peril and doom?
it's thoroughly explored and mapped peril and doom
Both, but I'm guessing its fate is the latter.
My mind is a den of iniquity.
My mind is like dungeons and dragons. What Alice did find behind her mirror is nothing compared to the landscapes that I can offer. Especially my dreams. And some of those things inside my cages are a bit too private to be told. Stranger Things.
The latter, for sure.