I am a depressed little rain cloud
My life moves in slow motion
My dad is a bipolar manic storm
His life moves in fast forward.

How does that happen? A fast-forward man
Marries a normal woman
Gives birth to a slow motion daughter.
Eventually as life goes on and on
The normal woman starts moving slower
And slower
Until she too is going in slow motion
And sometimes, her and me,
We even live life in reverse,
Entrapped in the whirling motion of our past that
Pulls us ever backwards to live out the moving pictures
That replay in our minds way too many times.

Our life is a videotape
And if my mom and I rewind
And my dad is on fast-forward
How can we ever end up actually going anywhere?
We're one of those old videos that end up discarded
With a mile of black tape fluttering forgotten against the
Cement ground of this old, old basement called Time.