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I wrote the first version of this poem on 25 January 1980. Two days later, I added lines 4 and 6 to create this final version. It captures the essence of what I refer to as my "identity crisis" which I was very deeply in at the time. It seems strange for an atheist to refer to himself as "mystic"; I used it in the sense of being "unknown," "mysterious," or "enigmatic." I was all of these things to myself at the time, but then life is for learning.
Crazed Mystic Child
by Matt Wallace
Crazed mystic child
Seeking peace, finding strife;
Seeking love, finding hate;
Seeking freedom, finding bondage;
Seeking truth, finding lies;
Seeking himself, finding no one.
Thoughts running wild.
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