Hypomanicagoria

[finncullen]

If you knew me, truly knew me
If you saw the path right through me
If you seared me with your clear and cutting sight
With your wisdom, with your writing
With your wit as sharp as lightning
With your puckish sense of humour flashing bright
Will you call me, and enthrall me?
Will you sometimes quite appall me?
Will you make the world a garden of delight?
Would you burn me? would you spurn me?
Would you topsy turvy turn me?
Would you leave me dazed and dazzled in the night?
Cross the ocean, cross the ages
Cross the world, the genre, pages,
Cross the words out, cross a life out. No more fight.