The ups and downs of a swing
Mirrors the mad ride of my befuddled heart
In one end, my face stretches to a jester's grin
In another my sadness leaps like a gray cloud
It's as if someone is playing, puppeteering my failing will
Pushing the limits of reason from my slipping mind
I seek for the answers
But only questions welcome me
Self-awareness has left, landing on a different plane
I am now in an island
Nowhere to walk on
Save for the abysmal, unclear waters
Of the inscrutable, irretrievable person
I once was
My all too familiar episodes of utter confusion and emotional instability are happening quite frequently, quite recently.