You gave too much, way too soon. Not enough, way too late. It's a hit or miss kind of thing. The pieces have to fall in the right place at the right time. But if it all crumbles, don't give up. Give it time. One hour, and it could be just right. And when you hit the right amount, at the right time: you'll know. The gods will open up the clouds and shine a light just for you. You'll rejoice in the ambience of perfection. And then it's gone. Only lasting a short while. Then you'll search a lifetime. A lifetime of perseverance. Just for a maybe. For a possibility. Cause once you have it, you'll never settle for anything less. For all the good things, are worth more than words can describe.
“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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