In doubt the sense of self in turmoil
joy in all that lends to life
stay alert for the reappearing bends
not guilty in the sensory prison
outlet round one of those corners
my escape decoys alter-egos
perfect the fake see beyond the stars
there are other suns ,yield the undones,
foreseen but never believed, remanaged but never relieved,
I know I've done wrong along the path I know...