Brain Food

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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