A tour of the mind.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Okay new thoughts!
Gather around please. I, King thought will be your guide taking you all on a memorable tour of the mind. Okay! Follow me please! And remember stay close, you could get lost. Down this corridor we have the cerebral cortex - an area of complex thoughts. Over in the temporal department we process sound and language. The parietal lobe deals with orientation and navigation. Up ahead central lies the restricted zone namely the hypothalamus. You will hear the hum of cries and happiness. This place relays sensory and motor signals regulating consciousness, sleep and alertness. To the cerebellum we have the engine room co coordinating motor control. Of course, we have the sub branches like the teaching room where along the walls are stored intelligence commonly called wisdom. You may even get a glimpse of common sense, rare indeed. First on the left along the corridor we have wall to wall lockers containing memories. Take care on opening some hold back many a flood of tears, while others will have you falling back in laughter. First on your right holds the door to many a dreams and nightmares collected through the carousels of time. Second, third and fourth rooms have an assortment of emotions, ideas, dreams which have never ventured or seen the light of day. Sex seems to be the theme on most of them which can transfer intelligence to organs acting without proper authorisation. Floating lost in the portals of mind against the travels of time are fond memories which knock on door number five begging you to come in. Be careful you may get lost in one's life expectancy trapped which could seem like forever. They have this pointless craving for reliving a special moment. Finally, moving on at the back of the mind is unused space as much as sixty percent I'm told. This will be your new home so you can prosper and develop. So thoughts, when do you wish to move in? Discuss it amongst yourselves but don't dilly dally real estate of the mind is a lifetime opportunity only. When its gone its gone! And we don't want dementia moving in, do we? Okay! Have a wander, watch the signs and please enjoy the elevator music. Its just a whistle of a tune that goes round and round in the mind driving everyone crazy. One other thing silence moves in mysterious ways beware of thoughts in a drug induced state or locked permanently in the world of day dreaming. © 2019 andrew mitchellReviews
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4 Reviews Added on March 10, 2019 Last Updated on March 10, 2019 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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