Lets rethread our heads
Unwind our minds
Through neural corridors
Potentially with active might
Synaptic strength and more
Controlling what we think and do
Project or indeed say
The way we rock to innervate
Our outcomes every day
English: Two heads (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
There is a place deep in ourselves
Where free will operates
A place where liberty exists
Where right and wrong relate
Where tides of anger lay controlled
By stronger stimuli
Where good emerges, bad deeds fade
A place where conscience lies
Though sadly in the twilight hours
That seat of consciousness
Can lapse into the evening air
Diminish and regress
As cells degenerate and die
And systems fail to fire
With palsy’s grip that suffocates
The will and hope’s desire
A wash that drowns the mind of man
The sea of discontent
The fate of free will held hostage
In airs of malcontent
Where cruelly all those better times
Are stripped down horribly
With no concession towards night
And darkness neurally
There is a place deep in ourselves
Where free will operates
A place to treasure and hold dear
Lest it becomes too late
So go forth into life enjoy
The seeds turned fragrant flowers
But care for those whose blooms are gone
In their retiring hours
I swear my mind is starting to
Tick right along in time
And run around so crazily
To beat in constant rhyme
And by some wild plasticity
The constant use of verse
Has flicked a switch to overload
And fire up to converse
Through synapses now metrical
That bridge from A to B
With words that rhyme in perfect time
Acting potentially
Ginz&Tonic 