IN MY HEAD
IN MY HEAD
Hello neurons my old friends,
it is on you my life depends.
You keep my conscious ego aware,
and my thoughts stay my own affair.
Would I without creativity even be
who I am?
The little man in my head.
He gives me dreams when I'm sleeping,
and he keeps my heat beating,
And I proccess information
from the world around, the sights and sounds, and the smells.
Who the hell?
The little man in my head.
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