Bipolar 1

He’s not human
A fire in black and white:
My internal uncanny valley
Fog around half-formed memories
Can you feel the lack of warmth in the sunrise?
All the fields are freezing up, reflecting so bright
Bipolar 1
Definition is a mirror
So I’ve been running half my life
Alone with voices in the night
Can you feel their floating warmth in the night sky?
All the fields are swelling up, giving new life
He believes in a god sometimes:
The truth beneath the world he finds
When he writes these songs--
Fence posts to protect me