Dependent

O Lithium! My Lithium! Such a bitter pill.

Guardian of my sanity; Keeper of the Gate!

I reject you.

I roam the Plains of Mania,

entranced by the majesty of the unreal.

Time floats by on a zephyr; its meaning lost'

its demands upon me irrelevant.

My mind is free, soaring on the wings of my psychosis,

unbridled by obscene reality.

People, gibbering wraiths, fade away

Insignificant now, unable to comprehend

my world.

My world, my utopia, my realm.

I am a god.

I baptise thee, pussycat.

Arise Brother Snuffkin - holy cat - defend the Tea Pot of Power.

Hold true to the Faith.

The usurpers come to claim me for their own.

Dressed in white, they bring false gifts:

a ‘there, there, there';

and a pill, a pill.

I exist in the Darkness.

Condemned to the depths;

the rank labyrinth of Depressions reign.

Weary beyond weary, I strive to rise,

to lift this pathetic consciousness from its cranial tomb.

Muted echoes of speech assault me,

Pounding on the walls of my confinement.

They are mistaken, I am not worthy of rescue.

I am nothing.

Time crushes me in its passing.

My body is fed, watered: What do I care?

Voices on my head, insistent, piercing, puncture the gloom.

Black fades to grey.

I breathe, I am reborn.

The saviours come to claim me for myself.

Dressed in white, bearing false hope:

a ‘there, there, there';

and a pill, always a pill.

Guardian of my sanity; Keeper of the Gate!

O Lithium! My Lithium! Such a sweet pill.