a day in the life of a manic mind

Appear to be sitting alone

Very still but alert

Deep within colors, images and words

Colors of bright delight my senses

Images if desires and imagination

Words screaming wanting a voice

But still, I appearing to be alone

Ideas take flight

Take "control" of impulses

Should I leave?

Should I go?

Should I spend?

Should I drive?

Over and over

Topic to topic

Elegant ideas but no foundations

Sensations of thoughts bring joy of unknown

But still, I sit appearing alone

My mind wanders activities galore

Awesome am I don't you see

For I am the one and only

I can do what I must

When I must

How I must

To give the juices of overstimulation flowing

Lights so bright it hurts inside

Sounds pressing hard on my ears

Everything exaggerated, everything at alert

Despite all the fun

The inevitable will come

Agitation takes hold out of frustration

Can't sit still

Can't express a single...

Thought. I was in control

Irritation grabs so tight

"Why don't they understand?"

"It makes perfect sense to me"

"And sense I'm awesome to them it should be"

So bored

Racing thoughts and overstimulation

People gargling their words as if time stands still

"Why are they talking so slow?"

All the while entertaining myself waiting for them to catch up

Forced control stirs defiant thoughts

Must sit still! : No laughing, no giggling, no tapping

Listen as parishioners raddle off prayers that I finished minutes ago

Wanting to go

To wander my mind

Of thoughts

Of words

Not really under control but only to a few will this be known

And yes, still I sit

Inside a raging mind

A mind that is never alone