Anxiety & ADD Tea - a poem

do you hear slow hums that attract attentions of worker bees
so that a buzz goes along with a hum and a drum comes to bang
beats out against ears that are softened to sounds of conundrums
how the hum-buzz-drum bangs at edges of brain space as if fluid
inside conducted sound to pressurize messages out but multitudes
of hands are collecting it as it leaves to drift endlessly into open airs.
do you, ever think, and answer is, yes, often ever thinking is the cause
of pains that come with busy bees, humming, drumming, and other preposterous
predicaments of overactive minds, even when shortly ago smiles
were plastered on face, smallest twig added to piles of kindling
may fester the humming to become more similar to strumming secluded
to nearest receiver in ear canal, not in tune to drummer beating
but guitar bass, botched as though garage band enthusiast forgot lessons
may have been needed to fulfill criteria of playing, and so accompanied
by a warbling soprano who reaches two notes to high to sing. High-pitched
notes, humming along inside your head, with busy bees buzzing, angry
drummers drumming and strums of bass guitar too quick, or too slow
but never right speeds, and warring soprano, battling to reach sky clouds
beyond rims of outer space. Outer spaces, devoid of sound, and nothing
was ever causing madness inside your brain that was right in front of you,
but rather just yourself, sitting in a puddle of half thoughts, that all want attention
and if one can picture non-music of that place, one might consider themselves
able to understand money-less street performance that goes on behind
closed doors of minds eye, windows to brain matter exploding with over-activity,
that can be silenced, but may just need to let out. Brace oneself for explosion
because it will come but it is not directed at anyone, but just a way to release,
like a tire too full, or a balloon too full, or a bowel too full, and as cup
of tea is jostled too and fro it will spill over onto floor and on neighbor shirts
but once reaching its destination will be fairly full, full just right, full
enough to leave room for cream and sugar, and that is where you want your
mind to be.