Show Me the Blueprints. - Days N Daze

Suffer cerebral

A slave to absurd vexing routine

The chains of dense grey matter

Constrain a rationale

Pleading to be set free

A ritualistic scourge upon the psyche

The superstitions and ticks

An insidious nuisance

A plague of compulsions

That feed on the need for control

My right brain is telling me there’s no salvation

In counting the numbers of steps that I take

Or in blinking at fives at the people I love

I’m completely aware of the fact

I’m not

In control of what happens

But I can’t shake these habits

It’s driving me batshit

Please queue the casket

What keeps me insistent

These ticks keep us safe

Is it some vague solipsistic?

Unease in my brain

One that feeds on my logic

Until I just can’t refrain

From repeating some task often odd and inane

I’m a slave to these cycles my psyche is sick

When I know it’s nonsensical

Why can’t I quit?

I’m at a loss

The repetition is grinding me down

Appeasing compulsions

Day in and day out such a chore

But if I fail to comply

That incomplete ritual

Gnaws at the back of my mind

Until I’m just beside myself

And it’s impossible

To focus on anything else

I try to hide it

Because I’m embarrassed and fear

The disorder could seize all control

Suffer cerebral

A slave to absurd vexing routine

The chains of dense grey matter

Constrain a rationale

Pleading to be set free

A ritualistic scourge upon the psyche

The superstitions and ticks

An insidious nuisance

It feeds on the need for control