Mammoth Hysteria

Insaitable need to acheive

drives me to be

hardworking,

accomplished,

unstoppable

Until I stop myself.

When overwhelming the

forces of life,

I will lie down

in a field of

white frost

and freeze in a

casket of ice

enveloping me,

so I am discovered like an

archeologist prying

wooly mammoth bones

out of prosy

winter domain.

I am too collassol

for a place so dull,

too excitable and striving

to be satisfied with my demise.

Dig up my cadaver

and set me aflame.

See me form a tornado of intense light:

red, extravagant,

what I am inside

spewing outward and 

ebbing into your heart

like a waterfall or

blinding you like

the flash of

nuclear explosions.

View me as I am

and see me thrive.

Shape me even further

and see me explode

into millions of molecules

scattering across the entire earth.

I will rest

when I feel content with being

nowhere,

for I am

everywhere,

eternally alive.