I am staring towards my window,
grey cloud and life trapped behind pane,
there is no sound emanating,
no movement bar breathing,
and my mind is empty.

I look through the objects,
to a point within infinity,
where my gaze shuts down
and minds choose automatic,
I am disassociating again.

These times come thick and fast,
the quandary of what to do
solved with complete nothingness,
only to be tarnished later
with a self curse of time wasted.

Why does choice overwhelm?
I ask this question, fully
comprehending that the likeliest
foe is untreated add hud,
but I still ask in the hopes
there is an easier answer.