My Brother’s Head

When I asked him what it was about
He told me of the books and their desire
How his head was riddled with the doubt

If only I could turn it inside out
And pick the damaged neurons as they fire
If only I could rub the history out

The doctor came and said there was no doubt
He filled the forms the hospitals require
But all the things he said were just locked out

What are the ends we hope to bring about
How can we make the outcomes we desire
Not think about the things we think about

I look into his eyes and want to shout
I want to shout about the missing fire
I want to hear the echo of my shout

Instead I ask him what it’s all about
And hear the damaged neurons as they fire
He wants to rub the empty future out
The future holds nothing I desire