A Matter of Brain Matter

humans are so strange

We see what we want to see

happiness and pain and good humor

everything is condensed 

packed tight in the weird place behind our eyes.

visions of grandeur and echos of past times

people who came and people who went

yesterday. the present. dreams of tomorrow. and so on.

memories live beyond the time when they were created

and end when we sleep the last sleep

but until that happens the world is ours

our own

our creation

whatever we make of it

and it is packed tight in the weird place behind our eyes

brain matter