Bipolar

now, your mind is vast ocean 
mysterious, dark, dangerous 
it sabotages you
killed your hopes
murdered your dreams 
made you weak 

sometimes, your mind is cloud nine 
too high, too bright 
lacked life 
too far off the ground

you can't seem to get down 

it gives you hopes and dreams 
impossible to achieve 
unreal and unimagined 

please, come back 
stay in the ground 
not too deep in the sea
not too high up the sky 
let's live in the middle ground 
look at the gift of the present times 
find beauty in the ordinary 
find magic in simplicity 

come back down, 
I'm here
I can't swim too deep
I can't fly too high 
please, come back to the ground