I’ve got so many ideas that it keeps me up at night
And I panic that I’m manic, and I know I’m not alright.
I’ve got a lot of feelings and I don’t know what to do.
I’m gleeful, sad, mad, fired-up– I’m radiantly blue.
I’m thinking thoughts in fragments but they’ve got nowhere to go.
I’ll write them down and hope they’re found;
Confetti in the snow.