Back and forth.
Tug of war.
Push and pull.
Manic.
Mania.
Dementia.
There's a bug in my ear.
There's a thing about something.
And soon to be down in the mouth.
I need to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed again.
To be hale and hearty.
I make no bones about this.
I am indebted to science
But I try to have a stiff upper lip.
I try.
Enervated.
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