ADHD

Sitting in maddening tranquilty on a three legged chair,
when a violent urge suddenly throws my mind out to foggy seas,
my eyes do not wander from your pressing issues scraping my ears,
yet my corrupted focus betrays the oval center of attention,
one states robotic facts its all in my imagination,
while the other paints words of compassionate senses,
my shifting identity changes even if I shudder fearfully to look,
the confilcting lines of conformity written in normality,
end with the icy whispers that somone stands out to everyone,
then I hide within to the acceptence of calmed internal isolation,
here the home does not need a foundation of stone,
the body remains in eternal motion even when seeking rest,
I question if standing still can ever be a definition of abnormality,
most have gone happy today until the mournful descent occurs,
after the pointless ideal of just being entirely human for one day,
only to try sleep again which is a stark gray contrasting film,
that the reality of the dream is nothing comapred to dreaming with reality.