Talkin’ Bipolar Blues …

I’m just a-waitin’ around,

aching for that day,

when pain flees,

scurrying away,

when I’m not lost in this wilderness of desolation,

when life doesn’t feel like a torturous aberration,

yes, I’m a-walkin’ in my shoes,

just trying to shake off these bipolar blues,

aching for the day,

when pain flees,

scurrying away:

where bright days dawn,

where wild flowers grow,

in meadows of peace,

where placid streams flow.