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.
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