Analysis of Reflection

I reflect upon my infancy living a life of fear and boredom
Had a brother who was a decade senior
Who was nothing short of a mentor
Fear drove me to the movies searching and yearning for stars
Who I found in abundance and what was absent in my soul was present in their role
Testosterone filled powder keg scenes blitzkrieg in front of me.
Mere Images they weren't
As real as reality was
The line dissolved as I vicariously fought the villains of my life
My mind wars were in full throttle
Me emerging the victor Unaware that imagination was making me the victim
Decades it took to draw the line again
Reality was reborn
And rickety split was leading a life of fear and boredom
Boredom took me in search of humans
None had humanity exploited my inadequacy again I went as perceptible was never obvious to me
Leading me on a circle of Savagery unleashed by the bullies
Fear and boredom outside adopted a demon called esteem inside
As it touched it's nadir
Living was given another name called hell
But none of this could I tell
Bruised ego is the soldier who replaces Sensitivity
The spiral road down has no end but has many stops
Picking the wrong passengers along the way
The boundaries are  dissolved between humane and inhumane
Diatribe rhetoric and tirades encompassed the being
Even the partisan benefactors saw no point in my living
Speaking the untruth is the first step on the Pathway to Hell
Other ignoble attributes are endowed upon effortlessly
Traveling on the path with fear boredom lies rants and the whole shebang I realised that I had been dumped unceremoniously
It's the river of no return that  I was sailing my boat on
What was I on
Could I continue living on that mode accelerating the demon inside at the speed of the Apollo
Mind Body intellect and soul was at a new low
Guilt was built with the concrete of dishonour blasphemy impiety and irreverence
Schizophrenic nature of piety religion and philosophy did not help
Reality remained blurred again
Only the Constants changed
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Addiction was replaced by Connection
Thinking was replaced by Feeling
Ranting was replaced by
Acting
Outward was replaced by Inward
Whatever led me to his path
The cause and effect I don't know
For his path is no path
I now know what I know
Reality had emerged
Tentpoles have submerged
I have Bruce to thank
Who says don't thank for I haven't thought you anything
Because there are no others to teach
There's only self
Which also ceases on enquiry
There are no others there’s no I
What is left is Right
 Nothing is what it seems
Nobody is who they really are
Grumble moan and whine
Still surprised at paucity of  humanity benign
Realize he should for that is the  habitude
Paradigm followed blindly with the prototypes walking before him
Rehearsed and Crafted
Complicated he becomes
Complication is easy
Simplicity is tough
Were he to know
And if this were to grow
Extinct becomes of sorrow
In the dark about the light
Unable to conceive that
Honest expression is the hardest trait
Simplicity Fluidity and directness
The only path to oneness
Painful that they never meet
Feel from your heart and be driven by emotional competence,comprehend
Thinking and Rational leads often to a dead end
This world is not for honest men
But it cannot prevent men from being honest
And the gratification they derive from their conscientious conduct
And deprive them the luxury
of a good night s sleep
Impeccable invoking inspired infallibility is immune in inception