The Pardox of The Neocortex

I woke up,
Incredibly hungry one day.
Is it my reptilian brain,
That is controlling me.
Isnt it attached to my subconscious,
Maybe I will dig below what I have thought to truly see.
Oh my,
Look at the beautiful Squirrel's.
Maybe that's the mammilian,
Thinking inside me.
When you morph into your own thoughts,
They will come from the Neocortex.
Not even the agents,
Could stop the shapeshift to be free.
Namaste