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mood swings

“Mood has to be controlled. Otherwise, it's your master.”
― Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut

no aberrations fill my cup,
though of vast mental sips i sup.
today, i teeter on the edge;
tomorrow, from the core i pledge
 
that, as i zither on my arc,
i'll find a safer place to park.
the highs and lows of pendulums
are glorified curriculums
 
too lofty for the mental state
around which false fears congregate.
my blue moods blow below white sails,
a place in which my charter fails.
 
where red i see, unread my thoughts,
bleeding around their tangled knots.
green scenes, unseen but obvious,
number me with the envious.
 
white rages page the fire of ire,
consuming me with fierce desire.
no black lack i, blinded by dread
that leaves my spirit all but dead.
 
my yellow zone alone, save none,
bids me take up my feet and run.
new aberrations fill my cup,
for of vast mental sips i sup.
 
today, i teeter on the edge;
tomorrow, no more moods, i pledge;
for, as i zither on my arc,
i'll choose a safer place to park.
 
© Copyright 2023 June 04
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Written by cabcool
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Emotions presented as the wheel -- Jonauskaite et al, 2020 and the most common associations with colors
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