National Anthem of the modern tribesman

The best thing about having bipolar is
You can assure yourself that you are happiest in the half of your life
Or your lips are curving to smile
While the rest of your heart is crying, stretching itself into
Something unreachable and going to swallow your entire being
The most banal equation our Teachers taught us is
Good education is good money
But university education is just like vagina
Once you put all of yourself in
You have no turning point until you touch the limits
With heavy breaths

Like other modern tribes people
We had talked about limits all the time
But she was not listening to me properly
She wanted to take a step to the sky and spread her wings
While I persuaded her to drive to the same distance
I wanted to take the mic down in the backstreet of broken dreams
Instead of fancy parties, public events
But there is a word tattooed on all our feet