Title: My Mind’s Mountain Range; Shifting Terrain;
The Cartography of Mood
A Poem by Coon
Sometimes my spirit and mood roll like gentle green foothills—
soft rises, soft descents beneath an endless sky that thrills.
Then, without warning, I’m teetering on jagged cliffs—
sheer walls of black swallow every spark of light in crushing rifts.
With crippling depression...
Then again, sometimes the cliffs swallow every blaze of fire beneath my feet.
And then, at other times, It seems like I am standing above the clouds—
euphoria blazing like dawn across my feet in the snow‑capped peaks of the mountains below.
This shifting landscape seems to live inside me—
a trifecta of confusion: the quiet valleys, the brutal drops, and the dizzying heights above thee.
This is a poetic map for a mind that knows both shadow and sun—
perhaps a map of bipolar depression,
Type II, where two extremes become one.
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C
I am clearly not OK, not OK, not OK
D F C
Earth is clearly not OK today
C
I'm getting warmer every day
C
Every day, every day
D F C
Climate change is fucking me, oi vey
C
Hurricanes are here to stay
C
Here to stay, here to stay
D F C
And we're making them worse day by day
C
Puerto Rico's washed away
C
Washed away, washed away
D F C
Paper towels won't keep waves at bay
E F C
I got a tickle in my Gulf Coast
E F C
There's a fever up in my Rockies
E F C
But you know what part hurts the most?
D F C
It feels like you don't care about me
C
Fire's what a drought will do
C
Drought will do, drought will do
D F C
So don't say that I didn't warn you
C
Epic blaze just grew and grew
C
Grew and grew, grew and grew
D F C
And your favorite wine's on fire too
E F C
Hate to say it, but you broke me
E
What the hell?
F C
I thought you were my friends
E F C
Is it just like you always dreamed?
D F C
One long summer that will never end
D Dm Am
It's just going to get worse
D Dm Am
What are you going to do?
D Dm Am
It's just going to get worse
F D C
On your watch, I'm falling apart
C
All you need I gave away,gave away, gave away
D F C
Food and drink and air and Beyonce
C
You screwed up
C
It's time to pay, time to pay, time to pay
D F C
Good luck trying to live on Mars some day
C
You're not gonna be OK, be OK, be OK
D F C
The ocean's gonna come wash you away
C
Better fix this shit day, shit today, shit today
D F C
And we might still be fucked anyway
D F C
And we might still be fucked anyway
[Outro]
D F C
Hope you all enjoy the lyme disease
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