Oh! To be still-
To lay down and not feel the war within,
The muscles, like revving engines,
Raring to go, ramping, ramping, and off!
Off into a race to nowhere.
The twists and turns, the dangerous road of pharma,
Suddenly, a dead end.
Exhausted, a resting place is found.
But there is no stillness.
Just the tightness of a thousand muscles, tendons, ligaments and nerves.
Too twisted to move.
This is the sleep of Dystonia.