Cogito ergo sum:
I think, therefore I am.
Those neurons that fire
Chemicals across synaptic clefts
Are the reasons I think,
I breathe, I exist.

Afferent
I sense the world around me.
Efferent
I move, I react, I do.
It is firings of that mass of neurons,
That make me who I am.

If one were to lobotomize
That crucial frontal lobe,
Who would I be
But a living breathing shell
Bland, without personality,
And not me?

Amygdala,
I fear.
Broca’s, Wernicke,
I speak.
It is this brain that directs me,
In life’s vital functions.

No one dares to deny
That I am odd, different.
But I happen to like my
Unusual tendencies,
For without them,
“I” does not exist.