automania

another dedication to manic depression.

i keep stepping off curbs and tripping over my feet,

one day i'd like to step down and land.

i can't keep straight on the way i keep dreaming.

you told me my life in about four words.

i felt pain through my spine,

and while keeling over i began to laugh

because while i was on my knees

at the end of a desperately lived era,

i found a crack in the idea.

i way out, a way around, but no means of transit.

why do i continue to feed the diseases that rot me?

i keep poking myself in the eye while trying to point to the sun.

maybe i'm looking at myself?