Carbonic anhydrase activates superficially

It fuels the frontal lobe, spreading thoughts like a tumbleweed

A burlesque imitation of my lost productivity

Why can’t my work just leave my life physically

I think John Locke was right about the mind starting clean

But I don’t think he’d say it changes if he was the one in the AP routine

The projection of my preplanned actions never meets the world to convene

All this time having to talk to people, yet never enough caffeine