I can’t practice with Depakote in me
Playing over the same wrong notes I know better
Before my nightly dose, and it’s all a waste after the pills
It’s only been 6 months since my last med adjustment
It was all a waste for 27 years before my p-doc took me off olanzapine
And I couldn’t play my embarrassed way through a single song
Finish a Tai Ch’i form and someone in the studio noticed
Me wearing a Harvard sweatshirt and asked me
About it and why I couldn’t get it
Now the fog clears in the morning like sleeping off a drunk
And I get back to the piano and the new charts I’m learning
For the new band I’m forming I think I can play in as if my old chops
Were still there, when I could play Bach’s Toccata in D-Minor
And now I’m stumbling through Little Wing after my 10PM meds
The Depakote I can’t play under the influence of or operate heavy machinery
And it’s only rote scales which I need anyway
After my nightly dose, the waste that descends upon me and my practice sessions
I can’t play under the influence of Depakote
Only write
David Fekete 