River Deep, Mountain High

How do we ever know whom we've come to know All we see is their periphery, externally on show But what resides from within, can be River Deep, Mountain High With levels we can't seem to count, internally they cry Internally they cry, into a world we can't comprehend It's no wonder they appear like this, if me, I'd be round the bend One minute their world seems so right, suddenly a darkness descends All it took was explainable, but a different signal they send A different signal they send, yet it's receiver appears to know What was there originally no longer appears to show Just like a pendulum swinging, to the left and to the right No middle happy medium, for when it stops out goes their light When it stops out goes their light, and a darkness descends Maybe it's what they had become, driven round the bend http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-16.php