Cannot see the trees for the forest of my fears thick gnarled mental roots thrust deep in grey apathy can not is will not is does not is dead self-imposed stasis inside of my head self frightens self in experiences of life experiece false, conjured imagination imagination paining so self seeks the gutter gutterbug lonely -- frightened only by dreams dreams of mosquitos buzzing round the hazy fire ignoring comfort, the hammock, tranquility fear forgetting life's abundant simplicity green caterpillar gnoshing green leaves, innocence the fear of the gut stems only from the hunger when the hunger leaves there's momentous occassion butterfly blossoms and alights on a flower trust in one's own self opens eyes and grants power