As I was in London, I stood in the St. Pancras
International Train Station, met with the concrete creation of my abstract thoughts. For 28
years, I stood in contemplation, in something in my mind that was just like
this station. Many trains, many
destinations, many distractions, yet only one train led back to you. I had been
so distracted by the cost of my train ticket and all the thousands of people
lost, like me, that I almost missed the love train. I almost lost you. I almost gave up on us. At "that" time, I
was missing the love inside me that could fuel me to act. But I have it now, so I
finally decided to get outside of my head and contact you. When I called and told
you I was coming back to you, all that I loved, I could hear the excitement,
still, in your voice. So, I had to act for us. The “other” trains I traveled had
taken me away from you for good purpose but had also brought me back with that same
purpose. I was ready to leave the station and get on the love train, to you.
“Lunacy” comes from the moon, Who cycles through brilliance and darkness Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed Opposites not so well harnessed Who cycles through brilliance and darkness? The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Opposites. Not so well harnessed As she thought, her brain gives reason the slip The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Her body, depressed, her thoughts manic. As she thought, her brain gave reason the slip And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic. Her body depressed her thoughts. Manic Lunacy comes from the moon And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed
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