"Dismal"

These mental haze days have
my head feeling in such an way

Like the smokes around my
cerebral-cortex choking-out all
of the blood flow

The oxygen that should produce
such vivid thoughts must be
moving slow

The cloud resting on the front of
my mind could more than freely
dissipate at any time

Already drank several cups of the
joe; and two of the 20 Mg Adderall
I downed with a Rock Star whilst on
the go

"Stoned the Crow;" never turned it
"Down"

This is my portion: to be up and down

Never settled; never compliant to
anything

I'll see things and follow them through
till their due, and then discard the wynd
again

Like I always do

A victim to the claws of them all; as they
call, I go