We are all addicts;
Does it mean it’s a bad thing?
An addict does something again,
And again

That means i’m an addict, when I learn to ride a bike.
I try over and over again,
I can't quit it,
The addiction to not give up,
To want to know the feeling of accomplishment,
You feel it, and it’s the first high you get from it,
Holding on to it, you never want to let go
So you chase the high, and become a functioning addict

Is a bad thing, if i’m addicted to saving people’s lives?
If I’m addicted to research, on making human kind strive
Will I be ridiculed for it?
I hope not, but I can relate
To what an addiction can feel like;

I am a bookworm;
These books are all I have,
I can't stop spending,
All my money on them,
And my vision has become blurry
Hours upon end,
Eyes fixate within
Each and every page
My mind reads things for days
It becomes all I know,
I shut the rest out

I don't really get out;
This reminds me I'm alive
Invoking sensations that cause a vibe,
And electrically stimulate my mind,
I'm encapsulated by my pride;
"This is my knowledge" I say
This experience is mine

I’m okay in this world,
A man-made peace, in my own mind
But I’ve socially cut out things;
Time after time
I’ve failed to notice the harm
Done to my body during the process,
More worried, was I, to focus on feeling
That high again,
When I read my first book
Completing it’s pages

So let me rephrase this;
We will all have addictive qualities
Sometimes in great quantities
You can be what you want to be
If you understand moderation

Addictions are characterizations,
Of our beings,
Just don’t let them destroy you

Running, he's at the point of no return
He slipped through the barrier
The atmosphere tried to hold him back
Lacking gravity, his feet float aimlessly for a ground
Slowly plunging into the darkness of void, rope in hand
Proves to be useless when there is only nothingness around
He put himself too far out of reach from another souls now

He felt weightlessness
Nothingness

A rocketman, shooting for the moon
In a mood that lacked momentum
Now floating, stuck in the darkness of space
Realizing it was all a mistake
To take a chance on reaching all the way for the moon
When everything he ever needed
Was in front of him on Earth all along

Here’s my perspective;

Thoughts, in general, are like the light from the stars that always shine the same brightness throughout the day.

They are always there

Existing, even when you can’t see them.
At least that’s how it is for normal people, you get the grace of day to nullify the shining of the light from the stars at times when it can be overbearing.

You get a break

If I could describe what it’s like to have ADHD, picture your mind never turning off.
It is always bright for me, and there is no dawn or day to alleviate my eyes from the galaxy of lights I permanently see.

*It's a beautiful disaster

It's being stuck in a dark room
Separated from the light of happiness, by a cruel locked door
That has a small viewing glass for you to see
What lies on the other side,
Within your reach

It's having what seems like an entire ring of keys
To open the door, yet they're all the same key

It's refusing to stand up,
To take advantage of the little bit of light
That shines through the viewing glass for you

The little bit of light that'll show you
You keep recycling the same key
Over and over again

Because you use the dark to see

I have myself wrapped tightly,
Around your tempestuous finger
And I don’t seem to mind

I make myself act this way,
It seems almost all the time.

You’ve started your life, a brand new chapter,
Doing things that I can't
Seem to stop chasing after

I wrap myself around your finger,
Because I’m stuck on your laughter

I’ll admit, I’m an addict
A slave to your vibes
Your voice heals my soul, and I don’t know why

Cause it's the same one that continuously p u l l s
The hems of my heart,
Exposing it’s wool

And I bleed

Because I hurt and I ache
From all I give and you take

I expect it to be the same,
As it was back in the day

I just want to love you
And for you to love me back
Waiting for you to graduate,
Is going to give me a heart attack

I know you care for me
But it doesn’t feel the same,
Compared the memories that are lodged, deep inside of my brain

Take me back to the days
Where you were never away
Where you’d lay on my chest, and laugh on replay

I hope you still feel for me, like I do for you
After you graduate, and that this doesn't fall through

For every 5 letters I type,
I backspace 6 times
It's not good enough,

*But, it's what was on your mind