The Dysfunctional In Function

A critical mind is something
But what i do not know
All that I can say
Is mine is really killing my flow
Judging every action
Scrutinizing every word
Trying to attain perfection
It's really beyond absurd
Since that ideal
Is a ridiculous human obsession
With no practical use
Due to temporal digression
This brain was meant to wander
Hop from place to place
Evident by the occassional
Far away look on my face
So what if my life
Has some cliche or forced rhyme
It doesn't make the endeavor
Less than worth my time
A metaphorical lobotomy
Is probably what i need
Or substance abuse therapy
Might plant the right seed
Whatever else it is
My brain is a mangy cur
And if there's any truth out there
One thing is for sure
Gotta find a way to relax
Get the synapses to chill
Cuz now their rapid firing
Is making me feel ill.