Mania is a funny thing.
When you you're up,
you're up.
Way way up.
Everything is funny,
and everything's ok.
So much to think,
do and to say.
So little time to do it all in.
I'm up,
I'm  up
I'm very very up.
  I can't stop.
I can't get my thinks out any faster.
I need more hands
to perhaps
write faster.
I'm up,
I'm up,
I'm very very up.
The faster I write
the faster they come.
I can No longer read my own writing.
And time is moving slower.
I apologize that my writing is a bit all over