Bipolar Blues

I wander, the bipolar blues
The mood swings unpredictable
One week up, another down
Not much bother with the fucking meds

Just can't seem to stabilize
My family being at a loss
Themselves highly dysfunctional
Too scattered to lend a hand

I'm disabled, watching time progress
Glacial shifting at this point
That sinking feeling to the depths
The watch for a brand new low

But off the meds there is that high
No worries about the dismal past
Yet gradually their is that sigh
Knowing the high will never last.