Ideas pass through me, like wind howling through trees
Memories and creations fill my mind, yet stay only briefly
Wishing I could hold on to these sparks seems a pipe dream
And yet they keep on coming - fast, relentlessly
Imagination is a gift we all possess
Mine works in hyper drive - scrambled - a mess
It feels like I'm in fast forward, images whizzing by
It feels like I'm living too quick - too young to die
Putting the brakes on feels like an eternity
Slowing down the pace is a wishful luxury
I no longer control this, it has taken over me
Manic thought creation is what my life has to be.
That's the way it is and I like it :-)
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