When words flow.

When words flow I write, pen reflects my life. In this case binary codes, algorithms and auto-correct, If only life was as simple if only life was so pearfect, right-click perfect. I was given dominion over all this, but I feel like a minion losing control lost in the abyss. The void I cannot fill, am I paranoid am I ill? Just being me isn’t enough, just being here isn’t enough and even these words without action won’t be enough. Is writing this even necessary, is complaining even primary? Is my mind primitive or are the neurons in my Brain not yet active. I don’t need more I need to be more, I don’t want to walk I want to soar they sky. I feel sparks of greatness; I feel super one minute and Minute the other why bother? I want to be optimistic in my prime to be called Optimus Prime, I don’t want to be too tumultuous in my abilities and lose time.