The Symphony of Survival: A Mind’s Melody

In the realm of my thoughts, a symphony plays,
A delicate balance, in the foggiest of days.
Each pill, each puff, a note in this score,
Crafting a normalcy, desperately implored.

First, Adderall’s key, unlocking mind’s gate,
Allowing the workers to enter, albeit late.
In their hands, tools dulled by time’s wear,
Yet eager to mend, in this brain’s thoroughfare.

Then coffee’s bold stream, a beacon of light,
Illuminates paths in the caverns of night.
A grayscale world, once shrouded in gloom,
Finds clarity’s dawn, escaping its tomb.

Weed’s vibrant hues paint the canvas anew,
Bringing to life a perspective so true.
Where once was a void, now colors dance,
In this mental expanse, they finally prance.

Lexapro’s soft hum, a steadying force,
Calms the workers, guiding their course.
Easing their burden in life’s endless fight,
Bringing balance to days and peace to the night.

Nicotine’s whisper, a bittersweet call,
A crutch for the weary, lest they fall.
A momentary solace in their endless task,
Veiled in the smoke, behind the mask.

In this labyrinth of mind, debates commence,
Multiple selves, in their complex dance.
A quest for normalcy, in a world so vast,
Each dose, each drag, a character cast.