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.