Bye-Polar

I think I’m thinking of a thought I had, but I’m not sure what it could be. Round and round though my thoughts fly, I can focus on no single thought in me. What to do, where to go, or maybe, I think, should I just stay in bed? Seems ‘twas another lifetime and I another person when I could get up and work instead. When I hear the phone ring I cower in fear and the mail in my box weighs a ton. My shades are drawn and I invite no one in, it’s been a long time since I’ve had fun. Over their shoulder or at their feet sometimes I’ll just stand and stare. And while it may seem I’m ignoring one and all it’s that I don’t want to that’s not fair. My sleep is uneasy, only moments at a time, and my dreams are so vivid and real. They hearken me back to the days I felt good, yet at daylight they have no appeal. Enough I say, now I take back my life and I banish this sick feeling to hell. This is the mantra I speak every day I awake, but I can’t seem to will myself well. Still, I remember how deep I fell in the pit so for help I have had to ask. And one day I’ll be the master of this polarizing malaise; this is my solitary task