My mind, constantly moving. Never stops.
Life rushes by. The world is a joke, people are hilarious.
My mouth must try to clarify and relate the workings of my mind.
Blurting out. Talking. Talking. Making comments.
My body must sit still, must sit still. CAN�T!!!
Fidgeting, tapping, twitching, always busy.
The rhythms of drums pound in my head.
A restless soul, mine. Manic euphoria.
The drums vanish as quickly as they appeared before.
A smile is an unusual thing on my face, why would I want to do anything?
Maturity and skepticism pervade my mind,
The world is a chaotic catch 22 and society is screwing itself deeper every minute.
Relaxed, I think things through before action while a wry snicker flickers across my face as I
quietly ponder my life and
Watch the fools rushing in around me.
I am a fool. Comments blurted out. Can�t stop them.
I�m so embarrassed. I can�t believe I said that out loud!
Nothing is really serious in life.
Fighting. Conflict and betrayal amongst my friends.
I am angry, sad, hurt. Why can�t I show it?
Why don�t people listen to me when I�m angry?
Smiling, cant� stop smiling. Always in a good mood. Can�t stop moving.
Lying awake, my mind continues to run on and on.
Energizer bunny. Break his drum. Stop the madness. I want to stop!
Silently brooding, I become angrier as I develop my side before I argue.
Lunging and parrying, I defend my position and attack theirs.
Apathy sets in and the world doesn�t matter.
I am surrounded by friends, family, and a beautiful world, but,
try as I might, that world remains colorless and I do not care.
I am not sad, why do I appear so?
Why can I not display my emotions like it seems everyone else can?
Very soon once again my mind will take off with full afterburners glowing orange in the dawn
that will become a full busy day as I am dragged along behind with reckless abandon.
The day starts and soon the rhythm is flowing through my veins.
Drums are the lifeblood of my soul and I have fallen prey to their intoxicating call.
My fingers tap, hands drum, feet keep the beat, louder and stronger in a rising crescendo.
Life is good.
I will clutch it with my entire being until God Himself has to pry me off with a crowbar.