His New "Toys" In Life Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Drugs are out, school is out, he's out at home,
The games were called due to lack of players
Survival and peace of mind are his new "toys" in life,
Hopping and skipping from one event to the next,
Attempting to react correctly to the very next siren
Relying on false leads and an even more bogus outcome,
So disenfranchised on acting out his chemical imbalances for the universe to spy,
Can't hear his eyes,
Again, no sense of self-preservation
Throwing down, throwing up, nerves a frayed ball of yarn,
Where is the inspired conclusion, where is the final message?
It might lay in the mindset, a quiet place to catch his breath and corral a a bit of leeway