I'm running oh so high
When I'm high I'm fast
That's when I feel good
The die has been cast
My thoughts spin so fast
Round and round and again
Remembering everywhere
That I've ever once been
They're spinning away now
Flying this way, that way
I don't know what to do
Or what I should say
Sleep is one thing
That I don't need
When I'm going this way
Running with speed
Good thing too because
It's something I'll not get
When I'm flying this high
I will lay you a bet
The sky's the limit
And the world's my own
There's nothing for which
I think I must atone
Riding hypomanic winds
Above the mountains I soar
It's a joy and a wonder
And it's never a bore
Someday it will end
And to earth I'll return
But for now I'll soar
Like a rocket I'll burn
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Right as rain is this phenom of hypomaia or mania, whatever. I too have taken in the purple clouds and soared round the world in less than 10 hours.