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All-Or-Nothing Thinking

For what reason this all-or-nothing thinking?
     Too hot, too cold,—but never in the middle
     I live, a victim of this ruthless riddle
that contradicts reply (and has me sinking!?).

This anarchy of mind that's got me drinking
     is never gray, but too much or too little
     like a deranged, mad instrument, a fiddle,
that counterpoints a melody without blinking.

Unlike my thinking, life's not black or white
     but somewhere in the middle, where insane
          poor souls escape manic, psychotic thoughts 
like refugees from their depressive plight,
     a Scylla and Charybdis that won't drain  
          the swirling stream of mania's onslaughts.

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