It's a strange sensation to try to describe
A condition that can't be cured by any medicine prescribed
When the mind wants constantly, like an aimless drifter
Only to be suddenly thinking of greatly useless information, like how to access software that filters

When you start out humming stickerbrush symphony
Only to be doing ****** backup vocals to the trees
My brain is a child that can't sit still but maybe, one day soon it will.