Hyperactive Energy

Someone called me Harley Quinn last week,

And this morning my mother called my son a hyperactive little cheek,

He was climbing over sofas and walls,

Swinging between everything, almost like he was about to free-fall,

I looked at him and realized,

Without feeling surprised,

Of course he's hyper, I'm hyper in my head,

He will obviously be one step ahead,

While I take out my hyperactiveness with words,

He does the same, with action and words,

Hyperactive is the best way to be,

Who wants to be pleasant like ghee,

We're not people pleasers,

And never will be,

It's always great to have a sharp tongue,

And actions that match those words that  spontaneously sprung,

Best to vent out all that energy,

So that the heart and mind are always in synergy.