My brain is my brain
With every idea new
Or using old ones again
To make it work easily too
Like a seed in deep soil
To bring up and through
Every wise notion embroil
That might someday be true
Giving weight to a thought
With its ease and its pain
Believes to it taught
Though some might be in vain...
Peter S. Quinn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-brain-is-my-brain/
