Had to move some furniture out of my brain today
A dog eared three piece suite was in the way
An old oak sideboard up against the hippocampus
Time to clear the dust and all the fretting fuss
I’ll get a lockpick made for the hypothalmus
In the olfactory bulb, I’ll put some fresh roses
A feather duster to sweep away the neurosis
I’ll decorate down the corridor in the cove
Get some swatches for the temporal lobe
But to be honest, my first thought is
To make a light and airy cerebral cortex
I’ll put some curtains in the pituitary
And where troubles jostle for supremecy
I’ll try to find that lock without a key
Those piles of worries have been there since year dot
One man and his van could rid me of the lot
Declutter, you mustn’t hoard inside your head
And hide the dark and dour under its bed
Seek shiny clean and everything in its place
Functional and minimal brain space
Got grief relief by sweeping it under the rug
The sadness and the loss that wouldn’t budge
I’ll move this furniture round and about
I’ll get a skip and bring it out!
In the frontal lobe now, not so many falls
No knees and elbows banging into walls
Stumbling in the amygdala was a fight
I got some lighting on the stairs to make it bright
And now, I’m slowly finding that
There is some room in here to swing a cat
I will always strive and try to find
That elusive, peaceful feng shui of the mind