Night and day,
the brain thinks away.
Even during sleep,
thought still does creep.
Traveling the dream route,
thought will still come out.
Some eye opening fear,
in nightmares do appear.
Quite a few thoughts of joy,
become sweet dream toy.
No use dressing the brain,
there's no umbrella ,
for the rain.
We can't run,
there's nowhere to hide,
so fasten the seat belt,
enjoy the ride.
Until death do us apart,
thought will motivate
the brain and heart.
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