Depression an obsession of extinguished longing
Distinguished extinguished in anguished theatrics.
Is it possible one sees from the other side?
Swimming in waters from here there's no doubt,
I can swim I can swim and see all the seas
Yet somehow someway every swim of my fins shows how blind I can be.
So then depression it must be true
Only intelligence lays from experience one funned swimming deep in the blue?
Addicted conflicted coming out of the bind
Surfacing newly blind leaving sorrow behind.
From now where I be on the other side
I see you and my pain and in medication confide.