Carnival for spirits

Spirits are swarming over Chronology
The sense of pace and order fascinates them
They try and trace events until they’re broken down
Rearranged at random
Begin in one pace and end up in another
Like a carnival ride
It’s not all mischief though
Some of them are trying to figure it out
Looking closely at the pieces
The edges
It evolves too fast for them
I feel it changing constantly
It frustrates and excites them
Perhaps this is why I find it so difficult to sleep
They fight against the lithium
Fought against the other drugs when I took them
Wanting to stay up late like growing children
Calling them children isn’t accurate
When they stop what they’re doing to stare at me
There is nothing childlike about them
Some of them look so old that I doubt they are even mine