When neurons keep firing,
Life just gets tiring.
With a brain that chatters,
About things that don't even matter,
Little events become dramatic serials,
And everything makes me feel inferior.
I start to lose hope,
I self pity and mope,
Thinking that I just can't cope..
With a brain that never shuts up.
My brain is the mosquito that won't leave me alone,
It's three a.m., and sleep's still not my own.
The mosquito that won't leave no matter how much I swat,
And continuously bombards me with thought after thought.
My brain is the motorcyclist on Indian streets,
Who decides out of the blue that there's just too much
peace.
And even though the traffic can't move an inch,
He honks so hard, it makes people flinch.
My brain is the student with too many doubts,
Who's got three questions lined up before you can get
the next word out.
The student you can't even kick out of class,
Just because she happens to be the principal's lass.
I wish I could see the parts of my brain and sternly tell
'em,
(While continuously glaring at the Cerebellum -
who controls the thinking)
That my sleep duration keeps shrinking,
Because of their nonsensical blabber,
Because of how they murmur and jabber,
And kindly request that they keep
Their traps shut, and let me sleep.
And just as my eyes begin to close,
Sleep is near, I just know,
I can faintly hear my brain say,
'Hey! Remember what happened the other day?'
And suddenly I'm alert, wide awake and bright,
It's going to be a very long night.
