Hypomania

Discovered far too late that I must have made you up And lost the fabric that I I think I made you of The thoughts that could preserve you, fly away And now they're gone I see you Changing Fading Disintegrating Making A better man than me, has thrown the dice A staff to part the sea, a place in life Be home a little later God's a croupier I'll toast the liberator And quit while I'm ahead I heard the shadows speak from Plato's cave That's when I knew that I was Changing Fading Disintegrating Making A better man of me A better life Not a fantasy I've thrown the dice A better man of me A better man of me A better man of me A better man of me