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.
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