some days I stand tall in the sunlight
dare the skies to come crashing down on me
other days I shiver and hide in the shadows
fearing every rise in the wind
were all the prophets this manic-depressive
praising their god and despairing of his world?
some days I stand clear in reality
and other days I cower in my delusions...
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