I'd like to:
Purge my mind of ideas.
Use my brain like a rubber stamp,
expose the cerebrum soaked in electrical ink
and smear my forehead across this page.
Pull on one hair and unwind an entire wire.
Connecting nerve to nerve until I reach the core,
leaving know idea untouched.
The mind is a frightening world to live in, always lost at a 5-way intersection but running at the speed of light with no time to decide which way to go. The flow of the electrical river determines the path and the possibility of backtracking is never an option.