Life is what you make of it
Is that not what they say?
When life is as good as this
Someone must merit some pay?

You’re on top of the world
With even Heaven under your feet
How, why and when does not matter
When experiencing the feat of all feats

With no chance of persons residing
Exclusively on one’s planet
Hearing their voices, seeing their looks
Ignorant to them thinking…“she’s manic”

The buzz creeps up inside you
Unaware that something’s wrong
The fabulous feeling of an illegal hit
Why oh why doesn’t it last so long?

The flick of the switch
Up or down is anyone’s guess
To be high as the highest kite
Or in the black of the blackest mess

Floating around in ecstasy
Becoming the persona of Freddie
Nothing can stop me from flying
Only coming down when fully ready

So much to be done. No chance
Of sleep or rest to be taken
How can I waste my time
To lie in bed and awaken?

The euphoria moves right in
The electricity is in place
Not standing still for a second
Knowing its more speed, and more haste

The disco balls are turning
On the hi-fi just one song
A party that lasts forever
How can that be seen as so wrong?

Knowing you could do anything
All the power within your hands
Winning your hardest battle
Working out the hardest plan

The atomic body topped with adrenaline
With words of thoughts flying out
The speed of the flight is apparent
The words muddled, but still the need to shout

Losing touch with all that’s real
The terrific buzz thinking you are God.
Sitting in a consultant’s room
Unfamiliar with the seriousness of the doc’s nod

Pleading to those who’ll hear
‘Don’t stop me now (can’t you see)
I’m having such a good time’
This girl before you now….is happy!

The stare on their faces tell me
That the confusion of this disorder
Is something that the norm can’t grasp
Even if, clued up, on what They call bipolar