I think we sense our brains before our hands.
Or maybe that’s just how it felt to me,
for after all, the memory commands
within the skull. As far back as I see
I recollect impressions, thoughts, and sense.
The stimuli would teach and too amuse.
I seemed to harbor some intelligence
that sought to sort and learn and unconfuse.
Deriving entertainment from my head
continues even now I’ve aged to this.
I seem less stimulated though – instead
of filling with excitement, I’ve the bliss
of satisfaction. Maybe what I mean
is serotonin outlives dopamine.