Beyond Brains

BEYOND BRAINS Oh! my poor soul! Worn out of what I am? A loop of having evil after wicked! My mood riding the rollercoaster, Fearless and being gearless. Who wants to take up the responsibility? Science or spiritual, sigh is never. Pushed to a cliff of crocodiles. Abashed with what have done in. On the mossed rock I sit, legs crossed, Waiting for an answer from above Who wants to unleash the evil, and bring in the spring of joy? I sensed a cold hand on my shoulder Brought warmth to my hilarious heat. “It’s just the Monthly One!” shook me up, Realized the ridicule, shutting my eyes, Feeling daft of mulling over.