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ADHD- The Dysfunctional Mind
This can't be life, there's gotta be more
Than Ponderous thoughts
That Reverberate back and forth
Off each one of the four walls
Which corner off,
the boundaries of my world, behind a closed bedroom door
Oft times my mind strays.
Back and forth, to and fro, still as water. Maimed.
Observing the mysteries of ancient
Thoughts spouting about and out, penetrating
metaphysical existences, plains where mortality is unwelcome to linger or stay
The story of a troubled mind
One in which anarchy and confusion thrives
Where Mind body and soul are in disconnected, dysfunctional sync
No clear relationship between the three
Or point where life inter-links
Life can be divided into five spheres
Five spheres which dictate the terms of its completeness
Social, Finance, God, relationships and work. How then,
Is just one man
Supposed to walk five different tightropes with just two legs
Oddly enough, everyone else can
Why can't I seem to juggle the five alls around in an orderly fashion then?
Its like being a prisoner of consciousness
Being Beaten, Heckled and tortured
By the guards and warders
Who are nothing more than memories and thoughts.
Weak and submissive I comply with their commands and orders
They are my masters for as long as I'm locked behind their territorial borders
Ridiculously random Thoughts gush forth from no apparent source
For no particular purpose, flooding the habours and thinking ports
So strong are the currents that no form of logic sails these waters any more.
With logic and co-ordination docked for so long
Confused and disoriented more as the days pass on
Stranded with no sense of what exactly is going on
A captain subjected to the unpredictability of the seas waters
Which renders him powerless to his thought storms and forces
All the While, the world turns.
Until Procrastination becomes Time spurned
Stuck somewhere in a sub conscious vacuum of self
Lost adrift, bearly afloat among the debree from a mental wreckage
Never too deep, though, oft times I forget
Gotta snap back to reality and catch up with my present
Cause,
Its like internally,
I'm in the midst of War with three other people
Hoping the real me will leave a winner
Cause as things stand I don't know who I really am, out of the three
No way to differentiate the real me from a inner demon
Or just a case of Chronic ADHD
Than Ponderous thoughts
That Reverberate back and forth
Off each one of the four walls
Which corner off,
the boundaries of my world, behind a closed bedroom door
Oft times my mind strays.
Back and forth, to and fro, still as water. Maimed.
Observing the mysteries of ancient
Thoughts spouting about and out, penetrating
metaphysical existences, plains where mortality is unwelcome to linger or stay
The story of a troubled mind
One in which anarchy and confusion thrives
Where Mind body and soul are in disconnected, dysfunctional sync
No clear relationship between the three
Or point where life inter-links
Life can be divided into five spheres
Five spheres which dictate the terms of its completeness
Social, Finance, God, relationships and work. How then,
Is just one man
Supposed to walk five different tightropes with just two legs
Oddly enough, everyone else can
Why can't I seem to juggle the five alls around in an orderly fashion then?
Its like being a prisoner of consciousness
Being Beaten, Heckled and tortured
By the guards and warders
Who are nothing more than memories and thoughts.
Weak and submissive I comply with their commands and orders
They are my masters for as long as I'm locked behind their territorial borders
Ridiculously random Thoughts gush forth from no apparent source
For no particular purpose, flooding the habours and thinking ports
So strong are the currents that no form of logic sails these waters any more.
With logic and co-ordination docked for so long
Confused and disoriented more as the days pass on
Stranded with no sense of what exactly is going on
A captain subjected to the unpredictability of the seas waters
Which renders him powerless to his thought storms and forces
All the While, the world turns.
Until Procrastination becomes Time spurned
Stuck somewhere in a sub conscious vacuum of self
Lost adrift, bearly afloat among the debree from a mental wreckage
Never too deep, though, oft times I forget
Gotta snap back to reality and catch up with my present
Cause,
Its like internally,
I'm in the midst of War with three other people
Hoping the real me will leave a winner
Cause as things stand I don't know who I really am, out of the three
No way to differentiate the real me from a inner demon
Or just a case of Chronic ADHD
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