Bipolar Storm
"Bipolar Storm"
A flipped coin,
A flipped coin,
Forever spinning,
From heads to tails
and back again...
Two minds next to every point,
Deep South meets Due North,
Far East crosses Old West;
sometimes my tank
Is running on empty.
And sometimes my cup runneth over;
Bound in a knot and completely undone,
A storm within myself...
Summer showers against a winter storm.
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