What I Think

Yes, There's a Brain

I have a brain in my head

Which works most of the time

And this kind of fills me with dread

Since I am working with reason and rhyme.

It means I'm here, responsible for all of these acts

What I do to him, her, me and you;

And at the end of the day, one fact:

That brain up there consciously chose what to do.

Now, I don't have any sanity to clause,

And too few excuses to pass that blame.

If I do wrong I have to stop and pause

And give reasons no one expects to be lame.

I need to say what I've done and why,

And although it worked in the past

It most likely won't help if I cry

Since even if often fleeting, bad memories tend to last.

So I sit here and I think and I sigh

And I love that I use it but this brain

Leaves me to ponder one particular "why":

If this is so much to lose, how do I gain?

But it would be completely, utterly crazy

For me to ignore that decision making 'thing'

That would make me, truly, pretty lazy.

I shudder even more, I'll let that caged bird sing.

Because even if that hotshot upstairs

Is calling the shots, deciding the moves

The body still has to follow through - its then fair

To say that I'm still in control - it proves

Even if this brain has started to steam

And keeps acting like he runs the show

He'll just have to continue to dream

It tends to be my heart that decides where we go.