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The Vehicle of the Brain

Poetry By: Shannan Browne
Poetry



Sometimes nothing makes sense in my brain. So many thoughts and ideas. Which will work? Which are valuable? Which are a waste of time? Which are for now? Which are for later? When should you switch everything off?


Submitted:Oct 14, 2011    Reads: 6    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


The Vehicle of the Brain

Swirls, twirls, roundabouts.

Left turns, right, inside-out.

So many thoughts

Baffle my brain

Daily twists

Bordering insane.

Crossing left

Yielding right

Thoughts converging

Paths crossing

Moving insights.

No indicators

A moment, the turn

External triggers

Each thought moves

Creating its figure.

Sometimes they merge

Sometimes collide

When they forget

Take the turn wide.

Round and round

In the land of my mind

Things called thoughts

Trying to co-incide.

The plan doesn't work

Accidents occur

All needs to be fixed

Ideas transferred.

Change dictates direction

Time for panel beating

In my mind

Ideas parked beside.

Thoughts in brokenness

Will one day make me complete

A human being just trying

To live in God's strength

When the brain is so weak.





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