Dimming Switch Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A little box, inside our head,
With wires and fuses, brightly spread.
A switch for anger, hot and fast,
To flip it off, and make it past.

A switch for worry, all that dread,
To dim the lights, and rest instead.
A switch for sadness, deep and blue,
To turn it down, when skies are new.

If feelings had a dimmer knob,
Or could be unplugged from the mob.
No floods of tears, no angry roar,
Just quiet peace, and nothing more.

Perhaps they study in a lab,
This human heart, a winding path.
Before machines, with circuits bright,
Decide our feelings, day and night.