Synaptic Dust

Too many lights inside my head
They never dim, they burn instead

I see the patterns in the air
A thousand shapes I shouldn't bear
Every sound becomes a door
I open one, then want for more

The world runs fast beneath my skin
And I keep racing from within

I think too loud, I feel too wide
My pulse won't learn to step aside
I build, I burn, I can't rewind
I'm made of sparks, a gifted mind

I taste the static in the rain
I turn it into thought and pain
A single word can split in two
I hear the truth between the hues

The current hums, I can't let go
I move too deep, I overflow

I think too loud, I feel too wide
My pulse won't learn to step aside
I build, I burn, I can't rewind
I'm made of sparks, a gifted mind

Every color speaks at once
Every shadow leaves a sound
I dream awake, I fall aware
My thoughts are storms that circle round

I think too loud, I feel too wide
My pulse won't learn to step aside
If genius breaks, then I'm aligned
A fractured gift, a burning mind

I think too loud, I feel too wide
My pulse won't learn to step aside
I build, I burn, I can't rewind
I'm made of sparks, a gifted mind

Too many lights inside my head
They never fade, they glow instead