The Humble Rock Dove

I don’t have to explain myself to anyone,
Let alone those who know me,
And I am aware I still am who I say I am,
Alone.

My greed is one factor,
In the make-believe realm,
Of launching into extremes,
Never finding there some calm.

Heaven forbid I get my heart touched sincerely,
Good burns off without a profit so easily.

I have awareness of the psychotic pendulum,
And it could be better fitted to life.
But if there’s too-strong denial,
Or my heart, too touched,
Too much, too much,
When can it all be final?

Smothered with unease and the hate of lies,
Burning alive with the prospect of denial.

Play away at me please,
With my useless reasons and defenses,
I never dreamed a little bent field gate,
Would be the one I try to hop,
Into the realm of unified hate.