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Dare to take a wander
Through places near and yonder
You never know what you may find
As a tourist in your own Mind.
Get off the beaten path
Who cares if you’re not good at math?
Take a stroll across your Globe
Remember this? Why is that? Have a probe.
Cross the Valleys of Grey Matter
Perhaps you feel crazy - like Mad Hatter!
Slide down into fissures deep
Where memories lay, fast asleep.
Look far and look wide,
See where forgotten names hide
Lurking inside your Melon -
Oh yeah! Her name is Helen!
Her name is Helen, and she lost her way
But Jesus found her, you heard her say
On Hastings Street, He answered her cry
While others just kept on walking by.
A left turn takes you down a back alley
To a place you may not like to dally
It is littered with fear and pain
Derelict hopes and desires wane.
A flash of a synapse takes you back to the street
Where you grew up, bought your first Jeep.
You burst through the door and yell “Hi Mom”
She lets you have 4 cookies before dinner, not a qualm.
Along your way you see a quay,
Next stop is Cerebral Bay,
Disembarking are the fish you forgot to feed,
And Dad’s Pearls of Wisdom that have gone to seed.
Nagging thoughts hold out hands in need
“Not now!” you shout out in greed
Barging your way through and past,
Impatient to move on at last.
The Limbic Transit System tours everyday
Hop on board and lets be on our way
This ride is sure to be bumpy
So please refrain from getting grumpy.
A patchouli-scented woman sits beside you
Her eyes are blue with a violet hue
Lips are pomegranate red
Fantasies abound within your head…
Pomegranates and patchouli dreams aside
The mind needs nourishment - this ends the ride
Primitive growls signal time for tea
To it’s most basic urges, the body takes heed.
Tour a neural pathway and see where it may lead
Be prepared for obstacles while carrying out your deed
If you happen upon a place so charming that you smile
Be sure to cherish the good times you find along the mile.
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