Daily Feed

It’s melody in your toes

It’s bipolar the joys and woes

My spectrum goes from

Bleakness to Zion

I know full well

I cannot lively soley

On the mountain

Old aquantances

Hang out bellow

There’s anxiety, worry

Fear and sorrow

There seems to be

No travel in between

No gradual ascent

No impending decent

It’s either a great fall

Or an elevator lift

I don’t always land

On my feet as I


And with broken bones

At times

Is how I summit


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