by Nicholas Roiz
The brain never sleeps, the brain never stops
The brain never does what it’s told
Wake up early, the brain refuses to move.
BRRING! BRRING!
The alarm cannot stop it with its blares and cries
Even when eating, the brain dreams, the fumes of food fueling its fire
Driving, the brain wanders, the car becomes its own
BRAKE!
Close call, but not enough. The brain is back to its antics.
To school, in class, the brain grows tired. It creates figments of journey
and whimsy from the stimuli it is fed.
Jungles of danger, yet never unsafe, the dash, the jump, the roll.
The dangers of the mountain, the mythological beast, sword in hand
and indomitable.
SIR!
Back into it. Called upon. It’s too late.
Make it home, try homework, the brain tries to find out anything else.
Make it to bed, oh wiry brain, give me the hope of sleep.
No.
Oh cursed brain, why can you not obey? What makes you wander?
I covet those who can control it, those who keep their brain in line.
Bro, that’s amazing!!! Love how this is so true and so descriptive, applying to almost any situation. Bravo, dude!