Rather a lot of silliness: The Brain (Mum's).

Sometimes silly things happen, when tablets get reduced.
Eyes can invent things like lions climbing out of juice
Messages are carried in bottles through the sea, but can end up confused in our fickle memory.
We pick on spits and spats and boil them up out of the brick‘a’brak to become that which they are not.

The chemicals imbalance can pollute the sea, which growls and turns choppy; it whips and whirls and sings and twirls, gusting to you a shivery breeze and together with mother nature life becomes a difficult weave: through a maze of what I imagine to be noises and pop out images like the old fairy tales and old book nails, the messages make sense in the ‘maizey’ world at first, but what with this new chemical thirst the imagination begins the burst, the brain gets cursed. Not with magic, but illusion, madness it could seem, though I know it’s only temporary: this weird, not wonderful dream.

We’ll do everything we can now as we did before: your smile and your energy we promise to restore.
Always in our hearts and upon my thoughts: take comfort in the knowledge we will rock you to sleep when you dream nasty ideas and scary gremlins true,
we will knock up the dose and kill the haunting ghosts all to rescue you.

Silly little mind. I wonder why it sways some days, if only for a while.
So powerful such a tool can be, to carve our lives and set us free. Pop a smile upon your face and smile again with grace. For you, as always, will win this race; and hopefully never have to face the upheaval again: when the light begins to bend and the mind reverses it's mend.

Silly, silly, naughty chemicals in the brain for putting on you such a heavy strain. We’re here to take away your pain, and bore the strange messages away, on the night train; heartbeats will settle, as the chemicals balance up again.
Truce is called and equilibrium restored. The bottles in the sea is floating now;
Away! Away! Off of the edge, never to return and gurn in your gums or fester in your focus.

A final wish I give to you:
Look to the horizon that stands proud and tall;
the tallest trees that tickle the skies above and then please squint a little up above, you’ll see in the not too distant distance- a bird- a flying dove.

It carries a better message now: One of peace and love.