Inside a Manic Mind #8/12

I see it no, I feel it
the pulse, the fire, the spark, the everything!
Thoughts crash like waves,
colliding, bursting, god, it’s brilliant!
I could build a world, paint the sky,
rewrite time, redefine why!
No need for sleep who needs sleep?
Sleep is for the dead, and I am alive!
Every color sings, every sound hums,
ideas spiral watch them run!
I can’t slow down why would I?
I am light, I am motion, I am the sky.
But wait wait do you hear that?
The hum beneath the hum, the crack beneath the glow?
It’s fine it’s nothing it’s just
too much.
Too much light, too much sound,
too much brilliance spinning round and round!
My hands shake, my breath is fire,
I was flying now I’m wired!
Magnificent or doomed? I don’t know
but the storm won’t stop, it won’t let go.
I am everything. I am nothing.
I am burning, burning, bright.