I’m tenacious, quite voracious
My attention span’s too spacious
From such phrenic stock, you hope I’m just misread
It’s not your pathos I’m ignoring
It’s just some wavelength I’m exploring
Though it seems I’m wrong inside my head
Your logic subjugates emotion
And dismisses any notion
Your talk of sound and fury leaves me jaded
In a blink, I’m unaware
Of this world which doesn’t care
For enlightenment is clearly overrated
You drone on of family curses,
Savage nobles, epic verses
The half-life crisis threatening your nuclear cocoon
My daydream bliss is marred
As once again I’m caught off guard
By your grand hubristic, sanctimonious swoon
My intentions well and good,
I try to follow as I should
With a veil between my thoughts and your despair
And though I struggle to emerge,
This lack of focus is my scourge
So I blame the color of my hair
They say that ignorance is bliss
But try to make some sense of this
The diagnosis is what the majority votes
But what care I for majority
With their smug superiority
I wrote this while I should have taken notes
I try hard to convince
That it’s mental self-defense
In hopes that all the pragmatists will condescend to like me
And if then they wish to venture
With no intention to indenture
I say, welcome to the treehouse of my psyche
Your conversation is a bore
With talk of pestilence and war
A cognitive perversion
This avoidance dream diversion
I have had too much today
This tiresome display
Hear my grand solution
To this stimulus pollution ...