Seahorse in the Ocean of the Mind

I am the hippocampus
I want to grow and forget the past
I can hear the sound of gasps

I know the details aren’t permanent
I see myself, learn determinants

I can think of things for days
I encourage you in new ways

I dream about this life
I get you out of strife

I’m flexible, I reduce sorrow
I can prepare you for tomorrow

I search for new ideas to find
I create the engrams of your mind

I want to help extract the gist
I’ve changed, so what’s been missed?

I cry about loss
I am the hippocampus

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