Throughout most of my life I have self-imposed strife like a cold suicidal knife my bogeyman - Self-Centered Fear. Always severe, I ask why does he appear year after year with a different spear? Although I could veer to a new frontier maybe it is he, whom I revere? With creative lies he endlessly defies which I should despise but one may surmise all this time, my being he electrifies. Surprise, surprise: One of three, he is me!