​a bipolar scribble … … …




thoughts racing, taking on the whole world so cruel and wide,


‘I’m fine, I say, I just have to decide’,


do i stay in bed again, swirling down a maelstrom of gloom,


or commencing the spring-cleaning of my already spotless room,


ah, decisions decisions,

far too many to divine,


‘I think I’ll scribble endlessly on, because really, really, really, I really am just fine’

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