My Brain

Sometimes I wonder what my brain feels like...

does it feel hard, soft, squishy, slippery, and slimy?

I'm just curious.

How much blood flows in my brain while I take a walk in the rain?

How will I faint if I need to take a break?

 

My brain has a strong sense of humor,

Hopefully I won't get a tumor.

If my brain has many answers,

Why can't I figure it out?

 

Maybe today is a weird day.

My brain knows why I cry.

Emotional days make my brain think of critical days.

 

While I sleep,

my brain works to send signals to my memory.

While I think,

I wake up and take a wink,

my eyes twitching while I keep itching,

I need my brain to wake up so I can get up to go to school,

while I try not to be a fool.

That's how my brain works,

while I try to make everything work.

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