Concentration, what! -by: unknown forgotten

For it's beginning to get hard to concentrate
Ubiquitous, it's getting difficult to sit still when alone
Course, it's becoming a problem to get to bed before late
Keeping as it's always been, a worry of life under the moon
Yet it's a continuing problem with a tense back that aches and cracks
Often it's just a spinning dizzy head that pains the brain
Usually it's never being able to completely understand the facts and relax
Jaded, it's a hard enough time already staying sane without devastation
Of course, it's wrestling the whole world within the worst holy wrath
Subtly, it's destroying dreams deep down to dispose disputant distress
Heinous, it's sincere substance survival versus a surreal silhouette of salvation and sensibility
Under it all, it's null normality and neglect narrating nonsensical nostalgia notwithstanding notoriety
And in the end, zealous of Zeus in the zenith, zigzagging through the o-zone my zany 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 and eating zesty zwieback. Zing!