I change my moods as you talk to me less
Why you weren't there is anyone's guess
Repelling as easily as I have attracted
Learning that nothing lasts forever.

I was being my best self, selflessly
Trying on social altruism, a place for all
A den for hedonism and parties
But now you never call.

The one in the middle, must hold it together
When I fell apart, fragmentation
Thoughts of it lasting forever
Rumination and contemplation.

My core knew it was unsustainable
I was moving toward my destiny
One final summer of debauchery
Now I'm the one gathering infamy.

Lessons learned, in the end
Growing up together, of all ages
I'm glad I can still call you friend
It was only one of those stages.

Softly caress my ears, songs of yesteryear
Making sense of the here and now
When was your sound, you play so well?
Stunned to find you're active now.

Expectation, that song of yours
Makes me feel comfortable with break-ups
Crying my tears dry imagining,
If it ever happened how easy it would be.

If I hung out with you guys, I know
We would be like long lost pals
The music you play is my truth also
Your songs are like inspiration calls.

Vintage sound, yet ultimately timeless
I think you deserved that Grammy
Vampire Weekend, I couldn't care less
Could never imagine your infamy.

Awakened my kundalini for sure
Such a connection to your genius
Your messages loud and pure
Thank you, Tame Impala.

How many times, must I swing from a height
To an inevitable hollow of apathy and decay?
Riding the crest of a 30 foot wave
Strewn ashore to begin paddling the sea of life anew.

Stability is a still lake, calm and serene
Yet lacking sublimity and inspiration
Passivity, the bitter sweetness of fitting in
Normal I may be, but seemingly dull.

If only I could be coherent
When high, like tributaries to a river
Each stream of consciousness
Adding to a global master plan.

Exodus of the emotions, the Latin ecstase
As it pours forth unending, without pause
Elation edgy yet welcomed
To some my words seem without cause.

Surely there is some truth
Some empirical evidence that says
Hypomania is unsorted flourishing
Condensed and concentrated well-being.

IMPatiently he waits for mischief to arrive
Always keen to show IMProper conduct
It is IMPossible for him to abstain from lies
And other IMPlausible deviant conduct.

Sometimes he may IMPlode with anger
Preferring to keep this energy within
When trying to bargain with a stranger
An IMPasse inevitable to him.

Although small with a cunning tongue
The IMP knows how to make an IMPact
He will play, tease and mock for fun
You can't help love him, that's a fact.

There's one within each one of us
That IMPerfect side to everyone
That devilish inner child within us
That pushes every boundary for fun.

The tension is mounting, standing in line
Bass reverberates, the sound of things to come
Manic conversation and body language animation
Staying awake until we see the sun.

Enter the venue greeted by sticky collective body heat
The treble of the onslaught of noise now palpable
Without thinking, i begin to move my feet
Becoming one with the masses of bodies moving in unison.

The milk of the night, one in my hand from a mate
I drink it down as I become expectant
Excitedly waiting for my body to be seized
And exited by a juggernaut of positive emotions.

Every stranger is a one minute friend
Micro moments of love become my guide for the night
The music sounds like the songs of the gods
The rhythm and percussion of an underground ritual.

Every touch and taste and sound is heightened
An emanating aura of love surrounds the crowd
Smiles, laughs, hugs and high-fives
Throwing shapes and boogieing down.

As the party creator closes down the night
Masses pour outside drowned by early sunlight
All in search of a beach or after-hours haunt
To continue on their hedonic treadmill.

Back to square one, or so it seemed
One step forward, two steps back
While pushing myself to the extreme
I found out what I couldn't hack.

Throwing myself into life
Selfishly leaving you there
Purposely creating strife
You thought I didn't care.

By being too comfortable
I neglected my fire
My best should be palpable
So I followed my desire.

I broke myself down
To be rebuilt stronger
By leaving you in this town
Our love will last longer.

Back to square one, a life spiral higher
Is not a turn backwards
When following desire
To move her and you forward.

The one to open the petals of your fruit
Bound now through time and mutual nourishment
Loving nectar sweeter than sugar, the root
Of my flourishing stems, a compliment
To the nutrients of my life.

When you were ripened through strife
Our pollen caught on the winds of change
Finding friendly foreign foliage
Finding foreign fruit strange
Our flowers blossoming elsewhere with age

The seasons cycle, fresh shoots of desire
And the fertile home ground
Destine our stems to grow higher
Past passionate seeds sown found
Sharing the nectar of our ripest fruit