My brain

A song is stuck right in my head.

I can feel it. 

The lyrics, there aren't very many, 

are rotating around my frontal lobe 

and up and down my corpus colossus.

If you were a neuroscientist you must be thinking

"That's not how the brain works"

But you would be wrong.

My brain throws ideas around my skull,

in one ear,

out the other,

and right back in.

Like a toy train, my thoughts on repeat. 

Racing around and around and around and around....

This poem is about: 
Me

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