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People Fresh faced and out of college A degree to tell me all I know And all I know sums up to none But onward I must go Displaced and out of sorts I feel Taught never how to live And all too many moments Falling through a life sized sieve But on and on I press and push And day by day I go Living large and being great To everyone I know Year on Year of empty, angry, Sad and dismal days And smoke filled rooms and reeking Stench again become my way But on and on I press and push And day by day I go I hate... no rather love my life And all the rings I blow I tutor and I mentor All the troubled saddened youth Delve deep into the shallow minds As if some sort of sleuth
But no one need find “true purpose” To life with all I hold Philosophy and voodoo have no merit ‘Til you’re cold But life grows long and nearly cold And way before it’s due So dear old mom for my failed heart I’m coming after you I left it somewhere on a coast Or someplace in a bay And as for other missing parts I’ve nothing else to say So now dear life I guess that I Shall bid you much adieu I’m going straight back to the start Afresh and like anew So here I go; a try, a stab At something I dare try I take my dreary contents And I write it in the sky The sky so big, and eyes so hollow Nearly overwhelmed And tears begin to fill my void And ever empty realm
The issue here is a marked unhappiness with life
Displacement Blaming his mother for his own feelings of his own existence
Regression Smoke filled rooms and reeking stench- the atmosphere of a smoker, or perhaps also a drinker
Repression On and on he goes, living life without complaint
Reaction Formation- telling himself he loves his life and all that is in it, when really that's not the case
Rationalization He tells himself that he doesn't need to find his meaning in life nor care for religion because it does you know good until you're dead; and by that time. youre dead!
Projection A man who is displeased with his own life cannot cast off his troubles into someone else. He says the youth is troubled, but it is truly himself.
Sublimation He starts over fresh; putting his thoughts into word, writing a book and in writing and finding himself he fills the void he's been bearing
