I’m caught inside the right side of my brain -

Sometimes I think I need a long vacation.

I cannot cross the corpus callosum lane

I’m trapped inside my own imagination.

 

Must I therefore merely thus persist?

Alone, a pessimistic solipsist?

 

The neurons fire, exciting inhibition –

My brain is split, my mind has been struck dumb.

How did I get myself in this position?

Just keep breathing, that’s my rule of thumb…

 

Must I therefore merely thus persist?

Alone, a pessimistic solipsist?

 

Can this be something weird that merely happened

Due to evolution’s random drift?

My pain’s rewired, but has it thus been cheapened?

Is this a foolish story, or a gift?

 

Must I therefore merely thus persist?

Alone, a pessimistic solipsist?

 

Perhaps each synapse will in time collapse -

The random is – like shooting craps – addictive.

The maps of mind have many lasting gaps

Synopsis: nothing known can be predictive.

 

Must I therefore merely thus persist?

Alone, a pessimistic solipsist?