Bipolar - A Later Version (Poetry)

First, there’s glory in those visions
plus a plethora of plans
with quite dizzying decisions
slipping from my eager hands
such ideas that spark and glitter
zoom like rockets in the night
then I hesitate and fritter
fading moments lost to sight

as a tide of doubt undoes me
sweeps such grand designs aside
while sheer lethagy creeps darkly
with its chasm yawning wide
for the view now stretches dreary
shadows lengthen — loom so cold
that the heart beats slow and weary
and all thought seems grey and old ...

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After sleep a strange revival
like some drug has perked the brain
and now far from suicidal
fancy’s racing off again
while the energy’s amazing
as the mind runs super-fast
the sudden burst is overfazing
sadly fated not to last