Why do I feel my efforts lack adequacy?
As time unfolds, my vision fades progressively.
ADHD complicates decisions, a challenging mission,
Thoughts compete, a mental juxtaposition.
Desired shots, no ammo, a mind's lonely condition,
Trapped within, feeling like a personal prison.
Daily, I slaughter my soul in monotonous repetition,
A ghost of my aspirations, lost in the exhibition.
A painted smile on a shell of what I sought,
Running on empty, no gas stations in thought.