Wasting time? No. Healing. Recharging. Allowing my brain time to process and spark up with the next bright idea. Yes. I'm neurodivergent. I'll question what others won't or can't. That's my reason for being. It's a good one. I'm part of human social ecology. I take the complex and make it simple. I find new paths where there were none. I find solutions to problems not yet recognised. I fix. I care. I love. I nurture. Call it ADHD if you must, but it's not a disorder... it's how creativity happens... so respect my process... and I will do my best to be the poet philospher society needs. If you want someone to peddal us all harder and faster off the ecological cliff... that's not me.
It may appear that I'm wasting time, but I gotta way sting, a way sssss-ting, tie me up, it did. I feel all muppet puppet. What a muzzle puzzle. The venom is messing with my faculties. Dum dum dum... So, you can dote on me if you want, that might be the antidote, or the untie dote, the undo bolt, the lightning bolt, the open door, the flaw fixed floor, concrete support, stairs rising high, to my poet's loft, my dreaming nest, a place for hatching the ideas that are best. Rest. Yes. I need the rest in Sunday best. Word salad much? Talking double dutch? A bit much? Yeah, but as I said, I'm wasting time for no reason but rhyme.
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