I can shape my plans with clarity,
But fate’s still drawn in mystery -
What’s hidden lies beyond my sight,
And only God knows what’s truly right.

I seek to be the mirror that reflects minds, uncovering shadows and light within, or -
I could be the sun that lights their way,
Guiding seeds to bloom in the day -
Turning boys to men, girls to queens,
fulfilling their lofty dreams.

I am a wanderer in the ocean of thoughts,
I ponder deeply,
In the realms of reason, I tread,
Countless journeys of inquiry I embark,
For I am a wanderer in the ocean of thoughts.

How much abuse faced
By the divergent kids
Not even traced
Back to the inhuman grids

The thought of difference, frightening
Coursing by the lust for control
Deforming them by touching
The most vulnerable parts of the soul

The title vulnerable graffitied over valuable
Innovation of this generation unbound
Not differently-abled, but disabled
Abuse goes on, the kids are not found

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.

I need to do the dishes.
It would take me fifteen minutes tops to do the dishes.
I would feel so much better with a clean kitchen.
I would make dinner.

-I would rather die than do the dishes.
-I could spend those fifteen minutes thinking about playing Pokemon on my couch.
-Not playing Pokemon, because that would require too much work.
-I would think about it, though.

******* just do the dishes.
We went to therapy and talked about this.
Not the dishes,
But about the millions of microscopic steps that everything takes.

-I don’t NEED to do the dishes.
-I can eat off this napkin or
-Maybe I just won’t eat at all.
-Everything is such a process and I hate it.

The first step is to just ******* do something.
Anything. To keep your brain from self-destructing
Over something as small as starting
Any and every task.

-I would rather rot on my couch
-Than do something. Anything.
-And maybe I would self-destruct,
-But honestly, it just sounds like too many steps.

Enduring the Culture of Wow
To reduce our attention and how
Just a swipe at the screen
But it’s not what we mean
When we talk about Being Here Now

I can’t finish a thought
but my thoughts will be the end of me..