Catch me if you can—
I’m the spin in your mind,
The echo in the cave,
The shadow slipping away.
Fair game?
No deals here.
This is manic’s chase, and I’m in deep.
Desire flares like lightning in a storm,
I leap from bed to bed,
Leaving whispers behind.
Maybe I’ll remember—maybe I won’t.
Manic’s at the wheel, skipping lines,
And when I’m high on this ride,
The Ferris wheel spins too fast—
Weightless at the top,
But the drop pulls me under.
Need a shopping spree? Let’s go.
Impulse tingles my skin,
Money slipping like water.
Manic’s in control,
A heartbeat from breaking,
Just a breath from losing it all.
You think these moments are fleeting,
But they stretch like endless nights,
A reel spinning slow…
Caught in the loop, manic’s the director,
And I’m just reciting my lines.
The worst part?
In this scene, I’m the only one.
Ever wonder what chaos feels like?
Words trip over themselves,
Wading through fog,
Shattering bonds like glass.
Thoughts splinter like broken light,
Nothing sticks, nothing fits.
If I could slow down, I would,
But chaos is relentless,
And I’m trapped in its grip.
Trapped, I dread waking to wreckage,
Aware, yet powerless to fix the damage.
An imposter in my own life—
That’s how it feels.
Who I am and who I’m not,
A puzzle with shifting edges,
Pieces scattered, never fitting.
Guilt hangs heavy where I stand,
Caught between the person I am
And the one they expect.
I wish you could catch me,
Because I’m running wild in this landscape.
I know I can be many things,
But I’m spinning without a guide.
So catch me—if you can.
J.N. Rose 