The whole of my body is covered by one skin
All taken care of and protected by one thing
But when my body is still and left alone to rest
The one part of me I feel lost in never ceases to think at its best
It dreams yes, but while dreaming it ponders
Reflects, and contemplates, deliberately speculating each small or big action I’m effecting.
You may wonder why I’ve rooted this as a dilemma
But do you realize what a brain is like, with more than one side, more than one story,