Brain Fog

I’m trying to concentrate.

I swear I am.

But my heads all foggy

And I’m losing to the demands

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On my mind and on my body

So I’m curled up fetus-style,

Waiting for someone to tell me

I can stop for a little while.

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But I know I’ll try again.

I’ll drive toward completion.

I’ll get up and carry on,

Without focusing on perfection.

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I’ll hope somehow my blind

Subconscious knows the path,

Like a horse wandering home

After a fatal carriage crash.