As The Neurons Oscillate

Running
spinning
gliding
tripping
falling
through life.
 
Catch me later
or not at all.  
 
The brain almost feels like soup,
actually a stew, it's thick,  
like someone added a roux.  
Carrots and potatoes in the ears
too bad it all tastes like shit
when it hits the palet,
of reality.  
 
Think about it.
Or do you think too much already?
 
 
Perceive what you want.