I wrote this poem November 14th, 2003. It is based on a story I sometimes use to explain being manic-depressive (bipolar). It's like being born without shoes. The road of life is sometimes covered with sharp pieces of rock. Manic-depressive people have no "shoes" and hence those sharp pieces are very painful. And when I walk on the "grass" it tickles a lot, and hence I am more happy compared to people with "shoes".