Bouncing
Peaks the troughs or the
other way round?
Will still grind your mind
without a sound
What’s your poison to fall
or fly?
No right or wrong, only
failure if you don’t try
Feel the rising tide as
closure subsides
Opening wide out of the
trough you glide
Rush toward that peak
Forget the trough of the
weak
Wonder how the trough is
possible
This power slide above all
clouds like a dirigible
Now realize the reality
around the mind
The peak is until no more
gas is kind
Don’t stop, never
hesitate, doubt is the cop
Rush into the high; forget
it is merely a top
Goddamn bouncing mind,
feelings or emotions – to wit
Don’t stray beyond the
boundary, says the nitwit
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