Written 3 or 4 May 1970

Fighting Love

I woke up in the pitch of night
My lungs near burst with sleeping screams
I could see by one precious light
That had been shown to me in dreams

I got dressed quick and ran outside
I want an answer to my life
For years and years I've always lied
I see I've put the truth aside

Abortive poem, why can't I say
The thing that's on my mind today
My truth I always must maintain good form
But life must bend or snap in storm

I've far too much of self control
So self control controls me now
I have a girl whose all of gold
I must get close to her somehow

I stiffen up, I arch my back
I strain myself to push away
What I need far most not to lack
I won't let me love who I lay