Exists a source of latent bane;
Ensnared in logic’s cunning ruse
A nameless demon will abuse.
Deprived of certain circumstance
Diverging paths demand a chance;
Without intention one will find
Progress down a course unkind.
One day manic, the next morose,
Impulsive panic, lachrymose.
Incessant flux will exhaust
And mute vitality must accost.
An affliction of the whole
Branding marks upon the soul.
Fractious thoughts into dolor,
Endeavor to control Bipolar.