When you’ve solved a hard problem
Before words can be formed
There’s a small spark of light
And your brain’s slightly warmed
Unannounced one strange night
The light it turned on
Slowly growing and glowing
A magnificent dawn
Next a flood of ideas
Poured in all around me
Till I bathed in pure truth
And unfathomable glory
Right then I knew
That my purpose since birth
Was to become a real god
Living, breathing, on earth
To reveal to the world
From my room I emerge
To handcuffs and sirens
And from freedom diverge
Psychotic, unwell
In a half-padded cell
I awoke the next morning
To a new kind of hell
They poked and prodded
I tried not to react
They stole and they plotted
But I didn’t fight back
Afraid like some others
Walking aimless about
That I’d give the wrong answers
And never get out
But you’d never know
Now I’m here amongst the crowd
With my brain mostly stable
And out of the clouds
With a world full of stigma
And a bipolar mind
I keep to myself
About the pills and the grind
Every day, a day further
And a little less odd
I smile and I try
Not to feel like a fraud
When I hold back the thoughts
From the night I was God.
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