When I look up, I see the world. Not as a whole, but as an opportunity. I can't help but wander my thoughts around the notion that I'll be alright. I muster up the courage to say the things bottled up inside. Only to remember perception is the only reality that is constant. Constant enough to hurt, only a little. Callused and war torn, I lift my own flag. Victory at last. And the fault in our stars isn't a fault at all. It isn't even ours.
“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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