Depression
Again I saw the cliff face on the morning,
Too steep by far,
Too steep
For me to climb;
Again I saw the coal dust on the evening
Where I would sink,
Forever
Down a mine.
Again I saw the fears that would surround me
The jail, the cell
The keys
I could not find;
Again I saw the jailer who had bound me
Within myself,
The hell
Within my mind.
Awake, awake
And waiting for the morning,
So much to do,
So much,
So little time...
No time to wait
The pressures all are driving,
I must away
In manic race with time.
Elate, elate
The tensions still are rising;
Balloons inflate
Where thought leaves self behind.
Escape, escape,
Satanic peaks invite me
Till time deflates
The hell
Within my mind.