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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