I’m so High, it’s tremendous

Ideas are fast, like Your own shooting star to follow

Pretty thoughts become Prettier, until a prettier new one comes along

All of a sudden you’re Omniscient, and the right words and gestures are there

They fly by like shooting stars, too Many stars to count, outshined by a new star

The thoughts are just so great, All of them are, but still so far out of reach

Just up thinking at all hours of the Night, Not much sleep is needed

It’s a must to make reckless, Impulsive decisions

But they say, All is fixed by a pill

-Hypomania