Mind Games

It's like fire in my veins.

When I write I feel like I'm on higher planes.

My insight is wiser than MacGyver James.

I conspire to highlight the chains in my mind like a spider's fangs.

This rhyme is hindsight like a skylight inside my brain.

Like I'm hit by the limelight, recite my pain.

A twist that was knifelike, outside in the rain.

I risked my life for a tiny gain.

It was a myth, I was surprised, I survived the flames.

What's 9 x 9 when you divide by 9? That's mind games.