Bipolar

Insane? Nnnnnnnyes.

But guess what I'm in for.

Mania!  So fucking fun

Better than any of the drugs I've done

(Not that I've done many)

I don't have any reason to.

My brain makes them for me for free!

See me chasing possibility?

Thoughts racing but the pacing’s off.

I'm in hyper drive:

Not quite la la yet

but you can bet I will be soon

if things don't change.

Strange, I'm heading for a cliff I know is there

but I don't care because it feels so good.

Can't stop writing--I'm fighting myself for sanity.

I'm still lucid, though barely.

(My eyes see everyday objects

But my mind abstracts them

And the world becomes a tapestry of deeper meaning)

Can't sleep, can't keep going like this.

Oh fuck! Here it comes that damn abyss.

Then it's gone, the invincibility

Replaced by such fragility.

Time and effort hour by hour

Shower? Ha! That's laughable.

I'll have lazy glue on my butt.

Can't get off the couch.

I'll be such a grouch--

Such a grumping, lumping piece of shit.

Oh can't I just get over it?

No...and yes.

I confess that stability

comes with such difficulty.

Success is when I feel flat.

Fancy that.

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