Once we are born, we are suffocated by the lies of politicians
as it feels like the pressure and steam between an iron and a shirt. It forced
us to be chained down like Israleites and wear the adulterous letter, “I,”
like a Hester Pyrnne. We had been cursed to our individuality long enough. We
get it: We all feel lonely. We all feel underappreciated. We all want to be
loved. But we can never meet our basic needs with no oxygen. We have to
breathe. “I” cannot breathe alone. In order to become “We,” “I” had to be left
in the past. “I” had become the Goliath, but the strength of David was our “We.”
We had learned that it only takes one “I” to start an idea, but it must a “We”
to build that idea. And this was the beginning of “We.”
“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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