Chase the next high
I just drag out the time
And reply
Perhaps less
Than the next average guy
Mystified
By external
Infernal
Contraptions
Enraptured
The dread in my head
Or the sideline distraction
I’ve mastered
Attractions
But not what the urge
Keeps insisting I do
To distinctly
Diverge
From instinctively
Acting
It out
Or believing
That someday far from it
Again
I’ll be fleeing