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Me Without Vyvanse

by Isaac Newberry

It is very difficult to focus

At times I find Control has no locus

 

Just multitudes of thought going through my head

I should have continued to stay in bed

 

Seemingly random stuff and scattered thought

It is very like a drug trip but not

 

Remembering things, I did in the past

That just make me want to shoot myself fast

 

Remembering random facts made undone

Magnificent blue whales hearts weigh one ton

 

The ocean is better known than the moon

Sometimes I think maybe that I am a loon

 

Focus is incredibly challenging

It’s Possible I am Maladapting

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