It lies within my cranium
Coiled like a pink snake
A mass of nerve tissue
The center of my thoughts.

Ah, therein lies the trouble
My thoughts are seldom centered
They are not tidy
They are chaotic, nonsensical.

I search helplessly
Within that mass of tissue
Searching for the answer
To this thought I had.

Where do all the answers go
Filed away in that grey matter
Euphemistically called my brain
Gone not there.

I prod and pry
Knowing somewhere
Lies that answer
I once put there.

Alas, like my face
My brain seems
A little wrinkled
Just a little, not quite right.

Peering at my reflection
I wonder, why do we
Always lose, what we
Want so much to keep.

My brain once knew
Wondrous tricks
Now, it is full of mischief
Hiding things from me.