Why am I always abandoned, why am I always alone? Why am I always left to wander down this dismal road s o l i t a r y With no one to turn to, no one to cry on, no one to tell me that they care; Why am I always shoved right back into this nightmare right when I think I might be okay?
Why do I suffer this curse, this disease of solitude and fear?
Not the attraction a boy of ten has for his peers he was not even among the intimate friends yet a kind of lust I felt when he was around a flutter and denser breath and in his absence paling of all else.
That early seeding was a hushed gust blowing awhile in the ravine of deep south.
Pretty girls emerged from the dust and the first man in me grew out of first love.
Some call it bi-polar I prefer manic-depression It fits us better with adequate expression We live our life in swooping loops We strive at our peak then it droops And the doleful drudge is destitute Until all progress stops and stoops To a halt, face down in mud and roots
And then we rise Called back to life by a guiding light held deep inside Sorely self-aware, we work until we burst Droll desperation, at our best when at our worst "Wow you got your **** together you lost and soulless ruffian." Then we hit our peak and it all starts back up again