Hypomania

I am an antagonist, Creating the circumstance Which invariably escalates and succeeds, One gentle push, a poke, The precious small doubt Planted, Subtlety personified. Party’s life and soul, Yet still in the background I watch with interest. What need for sleep have I? Something I do not need With this energy of mine. Creativity in abundance, My thoughts race fast Many, all simultaneous. I am centred in your mind, Yet I’m on the periphery But you find me. The antagonist I am, You know, you know But circumstance consumes you.