Mania

                                                      MANIA





              The line between reality and unreality is thin. 

                Words like truth, certainty, and veracity

              Are associated with reality 

              And words like futility, emptiness, and pointlessness

              Are associated with unreality. 

              Life is full of polar differences

              As poignant as the artic cold

              And the heat of the equator.

              Life is full of truth and certainty.

              And life is full pointlessness and meaninglessness. 

              What causes such changes one might ask? 

              How can one even recognize the inconsistencies,

              In the life of one which is unpredictable? 

              Real or unreal; intangible or tangible;         

              Bipolar some might call it.

              Opposite ends of the spectrums,

              Where anything is possible. 

              A person living in these two worlds

              Confuses reality with delusion.

              And illusion with unreality.

              It is hard to know the difference,

              When the walk in this world is between

                Illusion and delusion.



               

         Reality is clear, crisp and certain,

              The mind concludes all is well,

              And life is rolling along. 

              Perception begins to change. 

              Thoughts begin to accelerate,

              At first ever so subtly. 

              Some things seem perceivably real.

              And yet to others the same is in reality unreal.

              I question? 

              Hot, cold; day, night; real, unreal;

              Right, wrong, love, hate; fat, skinny;

              Drunk, sober; high, low; pain, sorrow; real,

              Unreal, illusion; delusion; my world,

              Your world; fast, slow; The mind races. 

              The body can’t keep up. 

              No eating.  No sleeping.

              Just over the horizon the mind snaps. 

              God waits there.  He speaks.

              Maybe I can fly, the voice says; everything seems far away.

              Maybe I can help others see what I see.  What do I see?

              Magnificent things, Can I explain them?

              Others might be capable of understanding what I see.

              What God lets me see and no one else.

              I know things no one else knows. 

              No opposites anymore just high above everyone else. 

              No one understands.  They can’t understand.

              Reality is not important compared to what I see.

              Reality seems so trivial and there is no such thing as unreality.

              I have transcended to the world of the visionary.

              This is MANIA.



         That plain of existence would again end,

                in a loss of reality to delusional despair. 

                That state of being carried to an extreme degree ends,

                In a pit of darkness or tops with flashes of madness.

                A thin line between reality and unreality, indeed,

                Creativity is found there and yet often not realized.

                I feel like two people.

                One of us plans creation and then leaves the other,

                  Near death to complete creation.

                  The ramblings go on and on. 

                  There is a point to all this rambling. 

                  There seems no solution.

                  If there were not what would be the point of going on,

                  Except most find a way to survive one day to the next. 

                  The madness, the depression and back again,

                  Normal is a world bipolar people occasionally visit but rarely ever hold on to.

                  There once was a person who walked between these worlds….and survived.