Leap Frog's Last Bubble

In the bipolar depths of melancholic depression,

where murky waters meet with ran out of breath

one comes to wonder how much worse it can get

and what difference does it make if I fail the test

The subtraction's huge says wise man up the hill

once sees faces of humans dead asleep 'pon a slab

others grand in contrast doing rejoicing aerobics

breathing in to remember living hopes I yet have