To know the Self…

Lost and drowning in the flow of life’s floods,

Where am I going, where have I been,

Who knows, not I, so deep in sin…

Lost in my “id”, forever searching, forever I do slip,

Into and out of sanity, no maps, no road signs, of which I am accustomed,

No GPS, no radar, no one else there to ask directions of,

Just the sound of me losing my shortly present grip…

Herein is the place I need to explore, maybe I should strip,

As this is the place of my personal insanity,

A place to become the one who I am or go on to become the son of Sam…

Need I be a killer of none, or a molester of many, or for that matter, any?

I am the avatar of my own dreams, the searcher, the god of my own screams,

Am I, or have I ever been anymore than the murderer of the self?

Constantly desirous of raping and pillaging those that exist in my “id”, or so they did…

I find, through out this whole theme, over this weekend, that is, my desire to write,

Has been thwarted with regards the humorous, more aimed at a philosophical nature,

A philosophy of my internal environs, far too dangerous a subject for a therapist,

To delve into without that of a body-guard, or someone else as hard,

To know oneself is to know complete freedom, to know freedom is to desire peace…

                   © ed – 3/21/04