The wires and the circuits
That normally I depend on,
Have begun to short-spark
And left me a little random.

My thought processes are seized
And struggle to break out,
It borders on the painful
And makes my neurons shout.

I try to simulate real thought,
Through artificial tricks,
Guzzling sugar, cakes and coffee,
Until my teeth ache and I’m sick.

None of which does any good,
In helping the nerves start clicking,
I just have to relax, and wait,
And soon they’ll start unsticking.