I'll sit for a moment
Focused and still,
And get much accomplished
And studied until
My mind starts to wander
And my fingers to drum.
My legs get all restless,
And on it will come:
This desire to move
AND GET OUT OF MY CHAIR!
I'll twitch my feet
And twirl my hair
And shift my position
And play with my pen,
And doodle in margins
And start it again.
Call it spring fever--
I hate to sit still!
It can't be fixed
With the help of a pill.
I'd rather suffer
Than stifle myself.
I'm just so restless,
It's hard to--ooh, squirrel!
postscript
Hahaha! One of the lamest poems I have ever written. But really, it was a case in point. I honestly got sick of writing the poem and ended with what I was actually doing--getting distracted. I really don't think I have ADHD. At least, I refuse to. I think anyone can overcome a problem with focus if they try hard enough. It's just that sometimes I don't feel like trying. lol.