My brain is such a chaotic place
It lives within a storm
It causes sound and touch and taste,
and is kept, by blood, warm.
This organ rules my every move.
It makes my world go round,
It forces me to live, improve,
and keeps me on the ground.
But here I use a higher force.
It is separate from the brain.
It isn't found in matters course,
and has no mental strain
No. Here I use my basic mind
It runs on just the soul
no heart or skull or even spine
can have the same control.
I am a puppet. Hanging on my strings.
The mind uses me to spread it’s wings.