I Hyperact

Sometimes I hyperact
At least behaviours indicate
That something’s not intact
Concerning habits that relate
To lack of understanding
It doesn’t matter for your part
But I still try to handle
My surplus energy — that’s hard
I’m watching your movements
It appears so strange to me
All actions — slow motion
These images I see
Maybe I’m more than acting hyperly
I am surrounded by a floppy lethargy
Organizing facts
Order nice in fact
All I make
Speed of dream is low
Not until I know
That I’m awake
Try to pass my time
Try another rhyme
Pencils brake
Hard to hold a move
I can never prove
What it takes
Puddle in my mind
In another kind
A bigger lake
Reorganizing facts
Reorderd nice in fact
Speed up to my dimension