I've been feeling out of touch With my brain, yet I stay moving in a rush Can't imagine distraction's a healthy crutch, but These days I don't imagine much At the first sign of tension I reach for a means to divert my attention Haven't been totally bored since '09 Yet I'm so entertained that I'm bored all the time A mind's a rough thing to waste Increasingly my mind's an unfamiliar place Headphones on at all hours and a phone To squash rumination, dispel the unknown I wanna marinate— Stare the anxiety of boredom in the face Soak it in till my mind drifts I'm so tired of feeling mindless But it's sad that it feels like a feat To watch TV without checking a second screen Everything at my beck and call except The ability to muster up the will to disconnect And be alone with my thoughts A once-forced art now seemingly lost I'm attached to distraction, it's nearly bionic Is this really what we wanted?