Restless

It’s itching, switch-flipping It’s ripping my stitching The faucet keeps dripping Sensations of slipping I’m grasping. I’m gripping Routinely, I’m sipping As if it were fixing The flaws in my mixing I’m turning, I’m twisting I feel myself twitching Positions, I’m switching I see the clock ticking It’s taunting, it’s picking It’s poking and sticking It’s prodding, it’s fishing Relentlessly dishing I try dismissing Hoping and wishing To halt this tricking Pleading to shorten This brain distortion This too shall pass It’s only a portion