Confession to Myself

 

My subconscious brain is wiser

than my thinking brain, it seems

My hidden brain advisor

watches as my conscious streams

 

It steers me very subtly

Avoiding some disasters

Of which I’m half-aware

among the conscious brain’s distracters

 

My inside brain’s my friend

Although it causes mixed emotions

when a “love” poem that I’ve written

fails completely as a potion

 

Somehow it slips things in my verse

revealing what’s inside

The truth my conscious brain avoids

The inside brain won’t hide

 

Be still, my brain, and look within

Listen to your inside friend.

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