Concentration- by: unknown forgotten

It's beginning to get hard to concentrate
It's getting difficult to sit still when alone
It's becoming a problem to get to bed before late
It's always a worry of life under the moon
It's a continuing problem with a tense back that aches and cracks
It's still a spinning dizzy head that pains the brain
It's never being able to completely understand the facts and relax
It's a hard enough time already staying sane without devastation
It's wrestling the whole world within the worst holy wrath
It's destroying dreams deep down to dispose disputant distress
It's sincere substance survival versus surreality's silhouette of salvation and sensibility
It's null normality and neglect narrating nonsense nostalgia notwithstanding notoriety
Zealous of Zeus in the zenith zigzagging through the o-zone, my zeppelin will arrive at zerohour to zoom me to Zion behind the zircon sun. I will rest in the zephyr and zinnia's playing my zither as a zombie.