My mind is swimming in hazy fog,
covering each of my quieted thoughts.
Every synapse, a whirring cog,
Turning inside my brain forming clots.

I had lied on my side, and passively consumed;
Tugged towards a multicolored screen.
Now I’m starting to mentally exhume
for details and remember what my eyes have seen.

I’m left with one dominant thought, a hope,
That I’ll soon learn some healthier ways to cope.