Acid Reflux - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

Between the acid reflux and insomnia
I spent the nights shredding my sanity
I'm upset by my intolerance
And my growing lack of humanity
Is it my chronic mode of stubbornness
Or age dysfunctionality
Perhaps the introverted neurons
Or my lack of practicality
My brain has been disfigured
By constant indecision
And my conscience has been maligned
By soul-searching inquisition
The past will never change
No matter how you try to forget
No more coulda, shoulda, woulda
No more belaboring past regrets
I have to find away
To leave the past behind
To focus on the here and now
And clear my crumbling mind