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Sitting alone,
but never truly the only one home.
The multiplication of my bygone fixation,
Roams in my altercation
with this false precipitation.

Tears shed like rain,
but only from the deepest pain.
Logic can't halt the hearts incessant refrain,
it’s these emotions that I cannot restrain.

My moods swing like the children of old.
Not the new ones locked in electronic cells of cold
Is a true love truly so very bold?

Manic depressive clocks tick away
It’s in my manic moods that I wish to stay.

Green smoke to help me keep time, is that really such a crime?