Dissociating; fading out from reality and slamming- head first,

Into unreality, where the colours burst.

Sparks from neurons misfiring, incorrectly dispersed, spelling out the truth that we are,

Tragically, as if by a witches whispered verse,

Ravaged by a lingering and ever-present curse.

Although some may think that this conundrum is, perhaps, not the worst,

Concentration, or anywhere we are intended to converse,

Tends to be led astray; as if the hills become mountains to traverse.

Instead of the ease of others, we can’t face life unrehearsed,

On the contrary, we must consider each option fist

Never to be unprepared; unless distracted by nothing, since we are easily coerced.

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