Scatter brained
I feel all sides of it
A million ways a day
Remember
Reminder
Focus
Distraction
On distraction
Focus
Scatter
I am not my brain
It is a fallible thing
A trained pony
trained to say neigh
Or to obey
Lifts its hooves to a repeated beat
Who is the drummer, boy?
Who's calling your shots?
What makes you prance?
Who exactly is in control here?
Who's outside it to call it a pattern?
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Blinders to the periphery
Terrors over there
Little glimpses all the time
Comfort in some steady rhythm
Hollow drum
Focus
Focus
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