THE BRAIN

THE BRAIN

It’s a very strange but clever thing, this object called our brain
We’re able to recall things, and then put them back again

We don’t know where we keep things, but we always seem to find
Whatever we are looking for, it’s there inside our mind

Now the mind is something else of ours, we don’t know much about
But when we put our mind to work, we quickly work things out

Sometimes we say peculiar things, and this you’ll often find
A classic sentence goes like this, ‘I really just don’t mind’

How can we mind inside our mind, or even in our brain?
Then change our mind just as we please, or choose to just refrain

No filing cabinets do we need, to store our mass of knowledge
Our brain just stores the stuff we need, like a library in a college

All day long we use our brain, for every single chore
It seems we do not have a choice, it just does more and more

The mind we’re told is in the brain, buried deep inside
So when you've someone on your mind, they’re hitching a free ride

How can you have a serious thing, that’s mentally a drainer?
And then before you've worked it out, folk call it a no-brainer

Quite often I hear people say, I really do not mind
So does this mean they have no brain, or am I being kind?

The really complex mind and brain, together have me thinking
I've noticed too about my eyes, the brain controls my blinking

So many things I can’t control, perhaps I'm being vain
I suppose the fact that I can write, is all down to my brain

WRC