The switch is flipped.

The light flickers on in my brain.

Gone is the darkness

My thoughts herald from the shadows

Awaken from their silent sleep

They are the reluctant tenants of my addled mind.

Scrambling quickly to their designated assignments,

they obediantly attempt to leap synaptic gorges

on their atrophied but firey steeds.

Forward, gallop the mighty neurons to the emptyness beyond

Onward into oblivion. Bravely onward and then gone

Gone into the emptyness, where neurons have fallen before

into the pit of stupidity

into the synaptic gorge.

Why have they fallen?

Those obediant thoughts on neuron steeds.

 Into the abyss.

into the empty between.

Why have they faillen like so many before

into the pit of stupidity

into the synaptic gorge?

Falling falling

into the well of forgetfullness.

deeper deeper

into the darkness

The switch is flipped

the light light flickers on in my brain

but no-one is home

my thoughts have all gone

galloping on firey but atrophied steeds,

into the wide synaptic gorge 

into the great in between