simplicity | I am no bird; and no net ensnares me

Am I safe when confusion is my fortress,
when paranoia becomes my sanctuary,
when life passes like a vague dream,
a possible nightmare?

To tell the truth is to hurt the one you love;
to bear your heart is easiest on someone you don't.
So small a thought should be ignored.
Move on, forget, forgive, and do not acknowledge
That tiny voice that burrows its way into your thoughts

Wish for more, wish for less;
either way, you'll still be in a mess.
And it's best to avoid too much stress.
Even if some wounds even he can't dress.