Memory
The world’s best computer
Here in my head,
Is all I need
Until I am dead.
The ability to reason
And think and decide,
If I should run
Or if I should hide.
For when it's not working
I am lost and confused,
Living in a body
I don’t know and can’t use.
A prison of the mind
In a body too young,
Drifting aimlessly
Like a song left unsung.
It is my power
May it never stall…
When it stops working
There’s no me, at all.
This poem is about:
My family
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