I have to come to terms with it,
There can be no Yang without a Yin.
I do hope to learn to live with it.
And find some peace within.

verse 5.

#poetry #firstdraft

They say that it's a creative gift,
This neurodiverse brain.
I can only see the empty notebooks.
My paper stacks of shame.

Astounded by my potential,
Words and songs that lay inside.
Dumbfounded, existential
When I can't bring them forth to the world outside.

verse 3 and 4

#poetry #firstdraft

I'm executively dysfunctional,
I just can't start the task.
Every stage hits me all at once,
When I step onto the path.

The step by step should be easy work,
But I can only see the whole.
When I try to dip my toes,
I'm crushed like the Titan's hull.

Verse 1 and 2

#poetry #firstdraft

Friday nights, round the kitchen island.
Bank card beating like a drum.
Lining up as the lines go out.
Breathe in, pass the note.
Chew on your gums.

#songwriting

There's a spider in the room-while I have my emotional crisis.
#lyric#poem