Lift me out of the place
I'm in now.
Thinking about my mother
always drop me here,
abandon me clear below mania
into field of solid blue.
Maybe I should confess my condition,
request a lithium fix.
The Prozac has lately left me tossing and turning
well into the night.
Then, despite it's antidepressant buzz,
I'm tired from staying awake.

Sleep by day; wound up at night,
brain fighting my body's need for REM refreshment
I suppose I could ask for sleeping pills,
but they'd drop me way down into the blue,
maybe so deep
I could never crawl back up.
Or I could own up,
ask for lith,
but once I start, I can never stop.