I am troubled

I am troubled

Immeasurably

By your eyes

I am struck

By the feather

of your soft

Reply

The sound of glass

Speaks quick

Disdain

And conceals

What your eyes fight

To explain

Jim Morrison, Poems (1966-1971)

"Expose yourself to your deepest fear; 

after that, fear has no power, 

and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes.

You are free."(6/12/1943-3/7/1971)