Brainwaves On the Plate

I eat them as if l am possessed, I ravage them one by one intelligently, Chewing carefully but mercilessly, Orgh, they taste sweet, nice and crunchy, Better than loose biscuits from market stalls, I feed in day in, day out, As l feel them running down my esophagus, Electrical whispers making connections, Unfolding stories with each firing synapse, A saga of thoughts, be it ancient or bold, Always hidden mysteries waiting to see, In between the enigma of minds, Breathing them every second of my life, Making me live like l can’t live without them, Generating ideas 2miles per second, Seeing through mishaps beforehand, The biggest star of insight, Guess there is nothing it can’t do, The hero in darkness and daylight, Sensitive to life ebb and flow, A universe of thoughts, uniquely mine.