The Ride of my Life

God here I go again.

Up, up, up like a rocket in the sky.

Feeling so good I don’t even question why.

All the pieces come together, everything’s a fit.

The thumping of the world bumps like a hit, hit, hit.

Blood is moving oxygen and I can’t feel my face.

Heart is thumping like a drum pushing me into space.

But the bipolar coaster can only go so high.

Now I’m coming down through the stratosphere screaming why, why, why?

Ideas crash inside me until there’s no space in my head.

The only good place left is holed up in my bed.

I hate the upside of down, the world all shades of grey.

Keep whispering to myself that I wish I’d go away.

But I can see the light is coming as the train rolls down the tracks.

The high side of the ride is on it‘s way back.