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My gut has been telling me I'm sick

Sick of these thoughts that nag at my spirit, without quit

Hawk and spit on my concentration, mock and pick at my validation

More than tries my patience, this is a daily frustration

Less than a second it takes to take me off course

"Of course.", that’s the catchphrase I say when I mission abort the main focus for the multiple minors

The more it slips away, the more I grip tighter

Flashing images run past my skull like a speeding bullet

If they ran any faster place your bets that I would pull it

I'm pushed around by my consciousness

It's a convict that gets its nut off fucking my progress limp

Minutes zip past while I'm stuck in the moment of a thousand intruders invading my time

Pervading my mind, emotionally, socially taking up my life

Deep z’s at night can appease the rush or some good puffs from the blunt could ease that strife

But I can't afford to have it Friday every day

Too many responsibilities are in my way

Or hide away in my bed laid awake, all day

Despite hitting snooze when the alarms rang

Which only adds to the stress of keeping myself in check

24/7 with no rest, fighting to do my best is like a war within a breath

At best I forget how to breathe sometimes

When you're so far up your own head that you have to remind your eyes to roll them back and see what's right in front of you

So if you catch me looking at'chu, know that I might be looking right through you

Because it's a constant act to separate me from my thoughts

And too often…I've lost

Manic by SoL

Performance was STAYonLIT

Lyrics were Composed in SoL

Published via Embold with SoL

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MESSAGE FROM THE ARTIST:

This Artistic Piece of Literature is the Sole

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