The Stars Don't Shine in Crowded Places

Bipolar is the enemy,
Wait more like your best frienamy.
Sometimes i feel like I'm drowning in a sea of pity,
For myself and me and this damned city.
What gives me solace in whats seems like an obscurity.
The stars are always shining, even when they can't be seen.... like in a dream
its seems
the only thing
its like a ring, no line, no polarity, a one complete continuum.