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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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