I. Rapid-Cycling Bipolarity An uprising doomed for a downfall Rapid-cycling bipolarity Could very well be the death of me In the ups and the downs of it all As poisonous as it is painful Turning unending as unbegun When happy and sad are disdainful Of one another as two in one Racing lest one should be left behind Outrunning each other leaving none But me somewhat bereft of my mind After the laughter tears after all An uprising doomed for a downfall II. Paranoid Schizophrenia Paranoia is not how I Like to live now before I die A schizophrenic universe Of fear too near death to live by With paranoia haunting me To fetter the better for worse Not now not how I want to be Nor fear for here now to be free Above the ground beneath the sky In existential equipoise Is what I want without the noise Not sympathy but empathy At least to walk if not to fly If not to run at least to try III. Psychosis Psychosis is like heroin Is how I might begin To explain the pain if I could Of this diagnosis But be misunderstood again Then do-si-dosed when psychosis Diagnostically In inexplicability Knows only does not know Knows only its lonely gnosis Like heroin like so The maximum the all the way Though what may come no not today +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXII