Somewhere 24 Hours

I am a minority
A performer for the public eye
I wear my heart on my sleeve
For all to laugh or cry

But the majority are far better than me
They are full in ways I just can't see
On the surface
I have packed so much into one life
Yet under the surface
I pack very very little into each day

My mind is always working overtime
Many thoughts but few intentions
It is as if I live constantly in parallel dimensions

I am unable to conform to a regular sense of time
There is an invisible bridge I can't get across
I have rode waves of epiphany sublime
But most of those insights get lost

Lost in a gyre of inactivity
And it has come at a tragic cost