The analyst
Part time auto-masochist
Always on the lookout
Interpreting whatever is within mind’s reach
Personal chauvinist
Mono-perceiving views
Too inept to comprehend every perspective
Though ever endeavoring
One of the disintegrating medium
Influenced by extremes
Feeling hot and cold alone
For warm is gray in Black and White
Colors blend into one bland smudge
Where hot and cold dwell but don’t mix
Caffeine is an antidepressant
And sadness is as good as inebriation
But lacking the buzz that makes it worthwhile
Tears are rain
Nothing can grow where they don’t fall
Droughts being detriment
Until they tumble down
Faith is hope
But where faith is not one can still believe in trust
Fulfilled expectations create pride
But broke pride is worthless
Optimism is the fountain of youth
And solitude pessimism’s consequence
Where the stars are ambition
And a candle’s light is impenetrable to darkness
The analyst could learn to see
Through the eyes of the simplistic
And a new view could bring on the rains
