Brain Rot Poem by Chris P

I get annoyed with myself
My brain rotting on the couch
putting my life on a shelf

Write some poetry
Do something creative, Chris!
Nah thanks. I'm enjoying misery

Suddenly it's midnight
I'm six hours into a YouTube binge
I still have time to write, hang tight!

But my brain is dead
Unfocused and wired
And I haven't eaten yet

I'm trying all the tricks
meditation, positive thinking, focus apps
Nothing sticks

Some evenings I do well
I paint, I write, I create
And I'm happy, fizzing in every cell

So why do I spend time on the couch?
If creating makes me so happy
Why be a grouch?

Old patterns, lessons learned
Trauma turned into habit
I believe my joy is unearned

But it is. It really is earned
I am worthy of a good life
Pages need to be turned

My brain doesn't like change
There are new habits to be formed
It's resistant, doesn't want to rearrange

Just one tiny short, it chimes
Relax on the couch
like old times

We're building a new life, my dear
A good life we'll love
Not one guided by fear

Routine turns into habit turns into self-trust
And eventually doors open up
And a fresh wind blows off my dear brain's dust