I'm on Cloud 9 and rising
Its like a race but I'm the only one running
From who? Where to?
An internal sort of marathon that only my heart and mind participate in
They lap one another again and again and again and again--
Focusing is hard and I feel out of breath
Dizzy but acutely aware of my surroundings
My senses heightened and my mood lightened
Is this panic? Am I manic? Or just plain crazy? If you look at my eyes you'd probably think I'm just sleep deprived
Oh! Maybe euphoria? I think they all call it joy-- I wouldn't know, maybe this is how everyone feels when they truly love life which must be nice being in a constant state of high--
Well i want to smile and laugh and take a walk
Maybe go out and explore, the night is young, even though it's 1:30am
I have so much energy I'm even writing this poem and I love the inspiration I'm getting
But I can feel my heart dragging, something is lagging in my chest
The chains tighten and they're only getting heavier
The fog starts to roll back in and my vision turns fuzzy
My head stops spinning and I'm starting to sink back down to earth
Down down down down down
Until I hit the ground
Again
And I sigh, because i really liked being a bird in the sky
Farwell, my anxiety high