Inside your mind, where neurons glow,
Like mushrooms sprout and start to grow.
Your brain is not fixed in one design—
It spreads, adapts, and realigns.
What you repeat, the brain makes strong,
Like mushroom threads that stretch along.
Though unused pathways fade away,
Like spores that drift and float astray.
Myelin wraps each pathway tight,
Like fungal threads beneath the light.
And when one pathway’s blocked or gone,
Your brain can grow new networks thereon.
So learn, repeat, and start anew—
Like rain that helps the ‘shrooms push through.
Each challenge plants a seed to grow,
And every practice helps it flow.
Your brain keeps changing, day by day,
Like mycelium spreading its own way.
New pathways form, old ones depart—
A living network, from the start.
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