It's like a hailstorm in my mind,
Thoughts swirling restlessly.
It's like a fire in my veins,
Burning through the whole of me.

It's like a perfect moment missed,
Disappointment raging in my heart.
It's like a love gone sour,
A lover that did depart.

It's like a neck-and-neck race,
Building with excitement.
It's like a novel reaching its end,
A feeling mostly pleasant.

It's like a child rushing through,
Affecting every piece.
It's like a house full of teenagers,
Never a moment of peace.

These ideas come from nowhere,
Blooming like pretty flowers.
A brainstorm without the thinking,
Extracts millions of different powers.