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In the mist of time
I became aware of a world
that did not want me whole.
Primary influences bringing self destruction,
that is, the destruction of Self,
before it ever formed.

Living with my mis-shaped consciousness
in a world of wolves, I've seen myself be wolfish,
and shudder at the memory,

In the mist of daily life,
At last my sheepish eyes lost their wool,
and I saw Them for what They are.
And Me for what I am.

All the self-loathing of my life is but fuel
for the torch of cleansing truth,
which works on my soul for painful growth.

Wolves, there is a bounty on your hide, and the buckshot is truth.

In the mist of future dreamed,
I live in harmony with all around me,
I give to the earth and it's dwellers.
And become one with them when I die.

EasyStreet,
The whole first verse just really hit me with how I see my childhood so similarly.
I never thought of it quite like you’ve expressed it.
——-‘self destruction, that is, the destruction of Self before it was ever formed’
Thank you.