Bipolar Trophy

There was no denying I thought I was flying Sadness was dying Excitement was building up. I had reached a peak There was no more to seek As the winner of life's world cup. The runway was clear In crept the fear A ripple in the water A grumble underground The title was slipping away I looked around Noone was found The wind blew all went askew I was back up on trial It was too hard to smile Block by block the grief rebuilt Covered by a thick dark quilt Upside down peaks lead to millions of leaks The tears poured down From the glorious crown.