One More Visit to Apartment Number Five

I won't say a word to you.

I don't have a word for you,

Only a reaction.

My select mortal distraction

Is quickly gaining traction,

Driving right on past distraction—

Whining, defining, red-lining,

Driving-all-other-thoughts-from-my-mind-ing.

I ought to give thought to unwinding,

But know I can always take more.

I guess I've been here before.