On to the next
Before I have finished the first
Forgetting who?
Forgetting me?
A hunger or thirst
To finish third, second or first
A race against time
With the zone of my mind
Like ironing shirts
And each crease gets worse
Finding time for each urge
Defining what hurts.

Asking, how should I think?
Hurting who?
Hurting me?
A marathon and sprint
If I am only racing myself, how would I win?
A superpower and curse
You can never comes first
Though, you can never come last
Only move from your past
Tie your laces so fast
That the shadow you cast
Is the only version you craft
Casting who?
Crafting me?
In all that I see,
It will not alienate me
Finding my path
With ADHD.

The loudest
Of sounds
Are quite often
Not the most deafening.

The scream of a firework
Scratching your eardrums
The clack of a gunshot
Piercing your eardrums
The crash symbol at a rock concert
Tearing your eardrums
Loudest?
Maybe.
Deafening?
Not quite.

The echos
Staining the walls
After a three hour phone call
Deafening your ear drums
The mere rumble
From the car engine
After dropping each friend
At their front door
One by one
Until it is just you and your engine
Deafening your ear drums
To the point that the radio
Can no longer be heard

Solitude,
Rarely the loudest.
Most deafening?
Certainly.