I need to be with myself because I am slow.
I don't know when the synapses say go.
Give me a moment to make sure they're talking to me
and it's not a case of mistaken identity.
I need to be alone. I need no excuse.
The brain says I'm under-archiving, I say it's overanalyzing.
It'd be funny if it's not indefinitely depressing.
I'm a lazy brain warmer telling the brain to chill.

Game.

There're certain games I'm afraid to play.
I always win & I think I know why.
It's a cosmic burden, the unexpected kind.
It's the game I call U ❤ I.