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My Mythology
Growing up I thought my Father
Was Zeus.
That green lazyboy a throne
His voice shook our house
And rumbled with authority.
If my Father was Zeus
Then I was Dionysus,
Or so I thought.
The evidence I used
To teach this to myself
Was appealing. I
Embraced a certain madness
And fell in love with intoxication.
I couldn't find the comfort
I hoped for there.
Like everything else in my life
I was torn.
Between what to call myself.
And a theme of ambivalence
And apathy set in.
And I remembered Janus
The two-faced god.
Always torn, always pulling
Two separate ways.
Always torn between
Two paths to choose.
This concept I
Emphasized with more than
Any other and I knew
I wasn't Dionysus.
