Bandwidth

It is not that I am weak or slow — it is just my bandwidth running low.

I sit down to work, ready and clear,
Then another thought whispers in my ear.
One task becomes two, then suddenly three,
And I lose myself in a scrolling sea.

My brain feels crowded, too loud, too tight,
Like WiFi breaking under too much light.
It is not that I am weak or slow,
It is just my bandwidth running low.

So I breathe, let go of what I can't define,
Even chaos hums in its own design.