"Psychiatric angle"

          
         
   there is no remedy, for the mysteries of the mind's "deep" being-that sits between the eyes that at face value sees          
         
my own mind even surprises me; the "good", the "bad", and "ugly"; to keep up doing lines of "poetry";          
         
 seeking better highs indeed....          
         
 there is no remedy; no psychiatric therapy;          
just whiffs off whim-to "gently" row boat down/up the stream-          
         
know what I mean?          
       
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily-life is but a.... dream?        
         
         
I'm an addict for salt, sour, bitter, sweet;          
like salt vinegar chips, sour patch candy, liquor, and ice cream....          
         
habitual to the death of me; yet wishing for a leave in peace.... a mess indeed.          
         
I'm "out of my mind" low-key; so regularly that-no        
-it's high-key semi-"suppressed" most definitely....