I’m too bored, too tired, have too much on my mind, or all too much.
I couldn’t feel it, that innate drive to do something on time, that promise to keep to oneself.
I couldn’t feel it.
So seldom could I start, still can’t, though I want to.
I’m too bored, too tired, have too much on my mind, or too much with no ability to filter out some.
Try this and try that was a constant and sometimes still is heard.
You’re not in my head; your demons are not my own.