sometimes

sometimes i am staring up

and i have to ask

if there is something wrong m with me ?

if someone somewhere there is a lose screw of two

?

i have no ability to function

i stare at the ceiling

as if my main qualities shadow in the ceiling

i dream

and i dream

a expert in procrastination

as i am writing this poem

i am surrounded by distractions

currently my knee is shaking

one hand typing

one hand drifting away because they want to play

my mind is split into two pieces

maybe i am broken

or maybe i am two