In the Land of Dysregula, Where I spend too much time, It's impossible to relax And Unheard of to unwind.

There is never enough air In the air that I breathe here. I feel it all too much It crushes me with fear.

In the land of Dysregula Nothing is as it seems. Clarity evaporates And Expression is a dream.

My words stop working And they come out all dumb. Then the Stillness arrives And it makes me all numb.

My thoughts are warped By surreal perceptions… Against my own thoughts There is little protection.

The Land of Dysregula Is a really scary place Where nothing can be trusted Not even my own face.

The borders shift and move So I never know where I am. Sometimes I stay in place And hope for a better plan.

In the Land of Dysregula The rain is made of tears. The tree limbs shake like dancers To the wind that whispers my fears.

Here in this land That I hate so much It's easy to get lost And stay out of touch.

I wonder if I'll ever be free But Reality is far from me As I drift here alone On The Dysregula sea

As much as I wish For company here, For other travelers I truly fear.

Come and visit if you must But don't stay very long. Everything in Dysregula Will always turn out wrong.

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