Suppressive Life

Made by fear,

enter all paranoia,

now what kind of levels of not so sure securities and insecurities.

Enter my id,

it identifies the pieces the boy I was not to be.

Far away from my brain to face all things not so alone, but I am alone.

What Truth to struggle in a tangle state of mindness and numbness.

Too much of all this,

have I taken to make sense of what levels of powers of that of those,

to be victimized by pills alone.

What much of sense of love of myself enough to see nymphs of old time vales of Greece into the loving arms of Ithica, enough to know a love of an oar of the Argonautic vessels.