There\'s different pathways
Inside your brain,
They move and transition
Based on what you do or play,
And I know mine are different
They move a certain way
They\'re more like a giant puzzle
Than any one person\'s brain,
There\'s no A to B
Or a straight and narrow road,
I don\'t have one single focus
I have dozens of tabs that won\'t open or close,
And it\'s difficult to talk
When I think a certain way
My words stumble and stutter
More than I do or say,
And no one seems too understand
This too fast for life pace,
So I struggle along this track,
Tell me, how do I get the pathways back
Where they go,
So I can think and talk
And understand, everything
I can grab
So my teachers and peers
Don\'t stand there with pink ears
And listen to bleeding words
And pencil against skin
So they don\'t have to stand there and grin
At my too fast pace,
So I can talk and punctuate space,
My thoughts untangled wires
Or phone cords,
And I know I can think outside the box
But how is it good
When I can barely connect the dots?
Instead I jump from one point to the other
If I can\'t think, my words can smother
At least I can do one or the other.