So Alive...

I get worried when euphoria sets in.
I'm too happy. For no reason.
Not that i don't revel in that.
But i'm just worried about my state of being when i'm in that euphoric state.
I laugh too much. I talk too much. I adore too much. I love too much. I start acting like a kid (Hmmm, although some might argue that i act like one even WITHOUT euphoria.), innocent, with lots of love for the world.
It feels as though happiness is overspilling, so much so it feels wicked.
I felt so alive during the national day celebration in school, but i think i was the only one who felt so. The students apparently thought it way too uncool to sing along to the national songs. The teachers apparently cared too much about decorum. It would have been better if someone tried to block the songs from my ears. I just couldn't help but start tapping to them and singing along. Somebody please bind me to my seat! Tie my hands!
I started clapping loudly to the rhythm of the songs, hoping that even the dead would be roused. But nonchalance ruled the house.
The dead couldn't move. Of course. I forgot they were nailed to their coffins.
Hail Staidness! Hail Stoicalness! Hail Rules! Hail Regulations!
But i won't have no part in this.
I've been reborn. Alive. Well. Kickin.