What Goes Through My Mind

Random they flit and float From the depths to the surface All bits in between Thoughts and memories ideas Mixing together surfacing hiding Filling my mind happy and sad Deepest depths to newest cells My life stored in electrical impulses Just a flash in the pan of my brain Myriad micro lights in chaotic harmony My very being is an electrical soup How does each flash become a thought? How does it know what it has to remember? How long will it remember? How long do my little electrical friends live? Do they pass on their little bit of knowledge? Or does it die when they do..? So many questions I feel like a child I know so few answers I thought grownups knew it all At we did when we small In reality - we know hardly anything at all.