relax

I’m sick and tired of my brain. I’ve had enough of it. I’m not
kidding! Brain makes my life unbearable. I just dream of escaping it for some time, having a rest. Sometimes I regret brain has been given to me at all. Not a superbrain, bringing success and fame – no, it’s just a grey matter, so grey and ordinary, and so annoying, like a boring old man always poking his nose into everything. Hey, brain, leave me alone! I’m tired of you. You’ve managed to pile up so many bad habits in all these 20 years and you certainly need a great clean-up. You are full of fixed ideas, loose screws and bugs. Brain, you’ve got a thing about introspecting and philosophizing, you are depressively inclined and you take everything too seriously! You need to RELAX much more often. You’re a workaholic, working to no purpose and generating some worth ideas occasionally. Sometimes you play tricks on me, you’ve got a weird sense of humour. My brain, you’re stronger than emotions and feelings, I can’t make you shut up, can’t lock you – you’ll make your presence known anyway. I don’t wanna be said to have brains, don’t wanna think all the time – it eats up all my easiness and lightness. The Universe throws me out of its cosmic flow – I’m a heavy load. I’m not just like my brain, I can be different, I can be a thousand people, everyone and everything on the Earth. I know I’ve got freedom and flexibility, and they’re getting dusty in an old old chest and I can’t find a key to its lock.