Sometimes I become fixated
On a problem
At the exclusion of all others.
My mind attempts to connect
All the dots
When they aren't always apparent.
When that occurs I don't always
Deal with distractions
In a polite or, accommodating way.
I must be wary when that happens
Or, I become
More than difficult to be around.
I've always loved puzzles and
The more difficult
They are the better I like them.
No, this isn't a poem it is just
A string of sentences
That describe where I am mentally.
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