Bipolar 1 - Drowse

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