Bipolar

BIPOLAR
Sometimes I can feel a magic like I've never known.
I could run a thousand miles. Run a thousand miles.
Sometimes it's more like I'm dying here all alone.
Sometimes I think I'll die alone.

Euphoria. Then I'm down down down
Euphoria. Then I'm down down down. Euphoria.

Sometimes I can reach out for you, but you're made of stone.
I could die a thousand times. Die a thousand times.
Sometimes it's more like you're showing me I'm not alone.
Sometimes I think I'm not alone.

Euphoria. Then I'm down down down
Euphoria. Then I'm down down down. Euphoria.

Euphoria then I'm down down down.
Euphoria then I'm down down down.
© ron wison
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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June 26, 2012 at 8:21 AM
Thank you for sharing your wonderful poetry with us today Ron. I am enjoying reading our new poets plus our seasoned poets. Have a beautiful day and may you continue to find the inspiration to write for years to come. Love, Carol
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June 26, 2012 at 6:28 AM
Sounds like a never-stopping see-saw. That can be exhausting!
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