ADHD Life Trilogy

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 I

My thoughts are spinning around

Will I breath someday?

My hands filled with sorrow

Won't ever touch the heat of love

The silence seems so distant

And my heart echoes in despair

Sinking and quievering in fear

My body freezes to the point that I can't move

I will forever be on a rush, restless, leaping on my dreams

Trying to find the answers, they all seem abstract to me

My mind won't ever sparkle the true colours of life

My blood pressure is getting to its limits

Will I collapse, will I ever wake up from this never ending dream?

Those are the tears that my heart won't ever wash away

My sorrows, memories and gentle words, it will never be forgotten

As a last farewell, it won't be thrown to the deep sea of my quivering mind


II

It always comes as an outburst

And lies to the limits of my mind

It is like a crescendo inside of me

It always gets louder and louder


As a restless wind, such is my mind

I don't feel my limbs anymore

It always pushes me to my limits

And always takes me to neverland


Once I'm burning, this eclosion here lies

In this heart of mine, I don't even remember

What happened backwards, I'm always floating

Then seeking, while my only aspiration is the pen

The paper and a thousand thoughts coming out in a row

I'm always in the flow, always meeting the limits of my horizon


III

I look up for the maze's exit,

but there is only confusion.

My mind is racing in thoughts,

even so, I find reason in you,

although this oath is due,

I'm thankful for still being alive.


I grab a hold of myself,

and throw my madness,

to the depths of my mind.

I'm used to being the leftover,

Dissolving in its own past.


But as much as I'm concerned,

there is still hope for me, 

there is a reason for me to move on,

therefore, it's time to put myself aside,

And shape your future with me,

Rather than rotting alone in a corner.


I don't need to lean on my suffering anymore,

even if life changes, I must keep going on,

because there is no place for hopelessness,

in this foolish heart of mine, even if everything withers.

Although, there is something that never changes,

I wonder if it is love or passion for life,

because even if I'm sinking or lifting,

giving up is not like me.


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