Medicated

Planned obsolescence in me
Something that I hold dearly
Unspoken hypochondriac
That’s just another side effect

Where are the tools that I lack
To help a mind serrated
By now we’ve heard it all before
But being fixed is overrated

We’d like to find a new path
Maybe this one’s less downcast
A cure-all chemical bath
Maybe I can sleep at last

And when they start to take effect
They’ll change our whole perspective