Maintenance time & Simply fun

Maintenance time

I am swimming in the liquid of my mind,
looking for the memories and thoughts to find,
the ones that have been lost over time,
looking in all the pools of matter and slime.

With each dive these things to find I try,
sorting through I find the ones that lie,
the ones that I discarded disproven ideals,
clearing away for freely moving wheels.

This task I swim every now and then again,
other tasks are done like removing stains,
like pulling plugs and flushing things,
regreasing all the processing thinking strings,
and still there is many more tasks ahead,
to keeping things maintained in my head.

For now I swim the liquid in my mind,
remove and take note on what I find,
Placing them, I keep them in my safe spots,
shelve and box the memories and thoughts.

I'm now covered in the mattered slime,
because it's now my maintenance time.

Simply fun

Whistle an unheard tune to a bird,
exchange a melody without a word,
create a conversation so rhythmed heard,
perhaps the others will be woken stirred,
join and make a choir of flapping wings,
excite a squirrel to bravely sing.
Whistle something for the memory strips,
pushing air between the circled lips,
let the birds whistle back at you,
this is something simply fun to do.