Brain Food

What happens to make us remember? 
Is our mind like a visitor’s book, 
Where experiences leave us a message 
To remind us that they’ve had a look?

Are thoughts like bonbons for brain cells 
And our head like a jar full of sweets, 
With old sticky toffees that nobody wants 
And lollies that everyone eats?

Do we stack all our thoughts like treasures? 
On shelves that we gradually fill, 
And forget things as we get older 
Because some of them fall off and spill?

Are our brains like miniature mansions 
With rooms where our thoughts can stay,
Where they settle in bed at night time 
And roam around in the day?

I like to think my mind’s a garden 
Where every thought is a seed, 
And most of them grow into flowers 
With just the occasional weed.