contrasts

Some parts of me are waking up, whilst others go to sleep. The high parts, they inspire me, Depressions slow and deep. We`re worlds apart and when i start this ink flows easily, I like the part , the creative art , the joyous happy me. Some times when clouds pass over they blacken out the sun, it brings me down , it makes me frown , the motivations done. The pens often a blessing, relieves my mind of dread, Without the words the rhyming curves I may as well be dead. I know the man who writes this, mellow melodious me, The other stands in shadows, no friend to you or me. I`m black and white , not wrong or right, got dual polarity. But all in all I must accept the schizophrenic me!