I’m daydreaming and my fingers are doing all the thinking
My mind is somewhere else while I count dots on the ceiling
This cursor is a blur as a rant to my computer
I’m not quite sure if I’ll be able to fit my brain onto this page

The same issues keep surfacing in this harsh jumble of ideas
It seems I’m subconsciously wondering if my phone is going to ring
And I have repeatedly asked myself why I’ve let myself become
Someone so infected by a dictating vulnerability

My current mood isn’t a fair representation of who I am
I have never been one to bite off every head that I see before
But I know that given the chance I would rip these thoughts to shreds
What a shame that we can’t be brainwashed to forget our difficult pasts