Ride The Lightning

Living a life at disconnect
My synapses fire blind
Trapped in a midnight scirmish
My battlefield
My mind
A singular chemical tracer
Fired into the dark
Lost in abyssal blackness
No receptor to catch the spark
I am a wreckless genius
My thoughts are all but here
My words spew fourth with passion
My intentions never clear
I ride fourth on my own lightning
Followed by thunder close
The thought of capture frightening
Then my lightning becomes a ghost
The illusion to live forever
To never be captured in a jar
And bottle up the lightning
Only leaves me scarred
And left wishing I had trapped it
To share and show the world
But how can you contain that magic
Have it managed and controlled