Brain Squeeze

They say a brain is like a sponge and

I guess it is more a sponge than a castle

Most do seem to have a maximum holding capacity and

Not much more than the illusion of impenetrability but

Have you ever tried to squeeze yours out to make room

Has your brain ever dried out

Grown mold

I can't speak for anyone else but

I think I'd rather think of my brain as a beach

Sometimes built up

Sometimes washed away

Often littered with who knows what

From who knows where

At the mercy of

The phases of the moon and

The whims of weather and fisherman

They can say all they want about sponges

But I'll take wind and rain over a giant disembodied hand

I'll take it and

I'll think it

Until someone squeezes it out