my thoughts are interrupted
mind is corrupted with social jargon
it is hard to complete a
sentence in my head
am i brain dead
do i suffer from a lack of motivation
a mental suffocation, if you will
the stagnation does not
become me
insurrectional agents
work hard to succumb me to
the will of dissatisfaction
using only a fraction of my cerebral space
justice, slowed by the
legal pace
or process, if you can call it that
oh, the pure disgrace of this
existence
a test of my resilience
no chemically balanced resistence to the elements
now, what relevance does all of this have
confusion's wrath
felt in the aftermath of my faltering state
by altering the debate
i take control
a bruise on my soul, slow-healing
retaliation
seems to be most appealing
negated in the heart
so revealing
continue the quest through
kneeling
the search concludes with understanding