January 24th, 2015
A nerve impulse takes a detour through my brain
Pa**ing memories long forgotten along the way
A warm summer evening back in Kortedala
The thunder softly rumbling my amygdala
The explosions behind our young foreheads
The coarse feel of your jacket's Gore-Tex
All stored in the weave of the cerebral cortex
But still lost in time's unforgiving vortex
Spiraling down the limbic system
With all of its emotional wisdom
Do you remember the mice who got to push a lever
Connected with a wire to their pleasure center
How food and water became of no interest
They kept pushing that lever until they starved themselves to d**h
The explosions behind our young foreheads
The coarse feel of your jacket's Gore-Tex
All stored in the weave of the cerebral cortex
Slowly fading in time's unforgiving vortex