Wisdom takes a backseat to pain,Visions change, Focus blurs,
Without rationale, strange thoughts our minds cling unto,Lacking specificity of design,
There is no certainty of form,
Without rhythm, without support,
We take our fight with agony,And resort to pharmacology,
Does it help?
Yes and No,Maybe, I don’t know
Deep rest is all I feel,Deep rest is all I know