The Brain,
A machine of strength, knowledge and work.
A series of gears bringing a spark to a muscle,
Unused, uncommon to know how to use.
The Brain,
Thy trickster of life;
Caged, protected,
Capturer of thoughts, concerns, dreams, love and maybe thy light.
It will go off any minute,
Like a grenade burning your skin,
leaving you breathless from the surroundings within.
Leaving you unable to function, to move.
Oh, how I welcome thy Brain!
Of great machinery,
Guiding my thoughts, my nerves, and my limbs at best;
Providing me knowledge,
Providing me doubts
Of the neighboring crowd I see fogging my clouds.
I welcome thy machine,
Overpowering its cage,
Shattering me and its confinement
To let take over darkness;
By now my dear companion and nemesis to my existence.
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