Unstable

Clearly, I am going through some sort of oscillating mental state here, because today, I feel fine. I decided that I was being distracted by bits and pieces of poems too much and decided to write one, which was both successful and painful. It's sort of funny to flip through my poem book (or blog even) and just see a really happy, inspiring poem (or post) just followed by an awfully dark one. So here we go, to keep that up, a happy one typed entirely with my left hand. (note: this is not the one I wrote today.)

Blue World
Here's to watching elements
as they shift around my head,
here's to steep slopes and shallow bends,
here's to deep rivers, hallows and caves
here's to enjoying every day.
Here's to watching life pass by
but knowing it's watching you too.
Here's to outstretching one's own hand
and snatching someone close to you
as world accrue.
As the same world collide and splinter,
as the splinters shatter you inside
and your someone that's close, too.
You land in places where
the grass is purple, maybe blue.
A lonely light above the sky
perhaps a star, perhaps a guy
simply holding a giant flashlight.
Who's to say with confidence
any conclusion in this strange new place?
So let's go running rampant on the ground
let's go swimming through amber oceans
let us break the bounds of freedom
like a pane of solid glass.
'Til this blue world, it quakes and crumbles
and will shatter once again,
Land us somewhere different.
Somewhere newer, maybe truer than the last.
Here's to the possibility
that this might last forever.