Left Temporal Lobectomy

In and out

Up and down

There are many ways around

The World we go

Yet our mind is wandering to and fro

Thinking continuously, always burning

Yearning to feed that mysterious

Off of the emptiness above

With the love of the knowledge

Taken in through the day

Trickling away little by little

Yet some seems to stay

Within that cavernous middle

Sifting through that confusing space

Drifting away without a trace