The brain
How it disregards space and time
Memories are insignificant and the present
is only a reminder of what the past
was not
Why do you harass me so?
Why do you disturb my ignorant slumber?
My fabrication of a reality that
excludes extreme contemplation and melancholy
It is lonely.
I don't like it here.
But
This is the brain
And without it, I am reduced to a shrub
Easily moved by the surrounding currents
of air
Nothing memorable
Nothing irreplaceable
A peace that would scare and debilitate me
So,
I will continue to live with
The brain