Sometimes my brain’s my own,
& sometimes it’s a stranger in
the night.
Like on a long train ride, you
pass many various locations.
It’s all the same trip, just the
view is more pleasant in some.
I try to feed it often & well.
Some parts send up garbage
to be processed there. Then,
I’m in the dead of night with-
out a light & lots of fright!
It’s still all the same ride.
I try not to take it
too seriously & empty
out often the ‘dark matter’
that may try to possess
my one & only thinking
organ.
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