Norepinephrine

The Lows of Lockdown

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I’ve had too much time to
Think, reflect, condemn
I’m back at square one
Drinking coffee to stay alive

When the clock strikes 2am
I wake to sleepless dreams
Menial worries and addiction
Cycling back to my father

Thank you, by the way

I know how to help myself
But the stream of
Norepinephrine fills voids
Better than a Ted Talk

I’d rather get high off you
Memories and fantasies
Who can tell the difference?
You’re finally perfect