Everything is a Distraction
& Distraction is Evil

Fu*ckin Dis-track-Son

I'm a rectified nut. An idea ****.
I'm fine, as long as I hide the signs.
It's whispering lines in my sleep
that makes my secrets
hard to keep.
I'll try. but really just don't care
I don't care if
you stand and stare
I'll wear a tutu
get your own
and it goes quiet
and I'm alone.
The fizzy clouds and fluffy pop
this lucid world
confuse me not
for I am paper, you are rock
and I'm the key
and I'm the lock.
Pick up the pace and race on forth
I'm bored, this world just won't move forward.
"Mundane, find I
the sounds of day."
Good lord, don't judge by what I say.
It's true, we met when we were young,
But since then we've not got along,
You choose I and I choose We,
I think your mind is alien to me.

Shut off the device: phone, tv, speaker
Stop the scrolling, binging, and rotting
Notice how small the world gets when the only problems are at your door
At which point it is your choice whether you answer the knocking

Stressors that were not meant for us shrivel
Less distractions to impede our walk
Less comments to knock us down/leave us crippled
Less idols to build our foundation on, in place of the rock

If given thought, each clip attaches us evermore to the past
For that was when they were made
By the time they reach our eyes to see
Their time has passed so hastily
And fleeting time wasn't made to last

So sit in a room and stare at the walls
That for a moment hold you in confinement
To be present where you are, in your own little world
Is peaceful however you define it

How do we miss our call?
What's distracting us today from hearing and trusting that call?

Quiet your mind and you may find
peace in such stillness.
Your life feels like chaos when
the music drowns out any possibility of
silence inside.
How can you even think with lyrics of
mesmerizing dandelions
clanging through your consciousness?
From the left and right
distractions dissect your attention.
Why is it so hard
to turn off the music?
Silence is scary—
a frightening thing to befriend.
Some fear the dark, yet
you fear the quiet.

Distraction after another distraction,
Chasing dopamine but it’s fleeting.
My failure to take any real action,
And patterns go again repeating…

Sitting with it would be better-
Creating space with each exhale-
But instead, I seek quick pleasure,
Can I escape from this mental jail?

With each transient gratification,
Receptors meet a chemical reward.
Producing less natural generation-
I just want my brain restored.

how loudly
that clock ticks
when all you want
is ******* sleep