The inadequacy created in the earliest childhood,

It’s a daunting mission managing my intricate life

My mind meandering through the time and space

An itinerant vagabond without a diagram to follow

Assigning this to that while other things escape me

The hallucination of control always on the horizon  

Like a mirage in the desert or a indistinct phantasm

Control always within my grasp yet forever escaping

As if everything must be in place before sleep comes

Less death visit in the night control my only defense.






Author's Notes/Comments: 

Obsessive Compulsive.

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