Like the air bubbles that rise from the depths of dark places
I am having rising thoughts
Ready to burst into the air

An explosion of ideas
Mixing with dust and cobwebs
It is hard to clean the mess

Like gases escaping from the pipes
I am mixing chemical compounds
Concoctions I cannot contain

I wish I could finish what I start
I wish my mind could settle
I wish things bottled
Laid rested until the sun ran out

Like timeless things
I find the clock winding down
And panic rises
Just like the air
Just like the heat

I see the elements
Working their way
Into a dance
I can't break up
Worlds that should never mix
Mixing in the face
Of danger
And laughing despite it all

Like the unraveling mind
That nags me
To move
Or be moved
I am to explode
When my time comes