when you have a good idea but don’t act on it
where does the voiceless mania go to
when it dissipates into the fog and
The electric fire burns throughout at times
straining every muscle against limitation
and forcing seamless motivation.
the free energy is boundless in intensity
it hits the ground running and
flashes behind those eyes
which reflect an unknown desire.
something just out of reach.
to move at all is good enough
but in those moments, no.
there has got to be more than this
to keep the spirit going
where does that voiceless mania go
when it runs out of options
after hitting every wall and finding
no escape for itself?
deflated and unnerved
returning to its cave
to rest its voice
so it can scream inside again