The Brain

100,000 miles of blood cells That we hammer one by one I can just dribble out a sentence Then I'm feking done It has the power to light a lightbulb I'd be lucky to spark a match Chuck me a bleeding cold and I doubt I'd flaming catch. Processing information At 698 miles an hour If I can get me eyelids open At times I'm really proud 70,000 thoughts an hour they also say When just getting out of bed sometimes Can take all bloody day. The miracles of brain space A chance of infinite state of being And instead of planning miracles We fill our heads with cacophony Why do we choose to dumb it down Until comfortably numb So they can shove us in a corner In a nappy sucking thumb When will we use the brains we're born with Then maybe something can be done