Rewiring the Mind

Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Here in this quiet office at 7:30 AM,
the window spills soft light on your worn spine.
Norman Doidge, you wrote these pages in 2007,
words that bend like neurons finding new paths.
I trace the creases where I've folded corners,
each one a scar turned gold in my mind's repair.
Your cover, faded blue, smells faintly of lavender
from the diffuser humming beside the desk.

[Chorus]
Oh book, you're the architect of my rewiring,
whispering how thoughts reshape the gray matter.
From stroke patients humming old songs to reclaim speech,
to my own quiet battles at dawn.
Rewire me, page by page, in this room of one desk,
where the pen with bite marks waits for my notes.

[Verse 2]
I open you to chapter three, the woman who walked again,
her brain mapping new routes around the damage.
It's like that for me, addressing you directly,
close as a lover's breath on the microphone.
The meditation cushion in the corner calls,
but first, your quote: 'The brain can change itself.'
Through activity, through persistent mornings like this,
at 68 degrees, oatmeal cooling uneaten.

[Chorus]
Oh book, you're the architect of my rewiring,
whispering how thoughts reshape the gray matter.
From stroke patients humming old songs to reclaim speech,
to my own quiet battles at dawn.
Rewire me, page by page, in this room of one desk,
where the pen with bite marks waits for my notes.

[Bridge]

Sometimes I wonder about those unnamed faces
in your case studies, their families left in shadows.
But here, with you, I build my own blueprint,
no gaps in this personal map of change.

[Outro]

Norman, your strange fact lingers: humming childhood tunes
to reroute the mind's lost highways.
I'll sing one now, to you, my gilded tool.