Bullet Train Brain Drain
The mind
Like a Tokyo train
Races in between
The complex wires of stations
One minute filled
With dopamine
Riding high
On the day
The doors automatically open
Unveiling a new exhilarating adventure
… And other times
A stop at any roadside attraction
May muster up
Not even a fraction of curiosity
In a dopamine low
On the sunniest of days
The dark thoughts
Huddle in a rave
And the smoky room
Is odorously annoying
Savage beasts
Reach for the adrenals
Draining out what novelty remains
The mind
Is stuffed in the corner
As the body retreats
So ambushed
By the flash storm
Of chemicals
Brittle and snapping the brain
No horse power
Until the next train
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