Mush

Mush - mush.
I'm going on a psychic adventure.
The kind with dog sleds,
and travel through
golf circuits.
While golfing, the players work
on perfecting their stroke!
What luck I have to be, here.
On a golf course. . .
the potential of desire.
That the search of truth in identity,
or my own identity?
I believe the sense of sight tells me!
A vicarious notion that spreads; about -
those who judge me.
Dislike me.
Not to limit myself.
But how I feel most kind and generous:
I've offered much of the similair opinion
- a self regard.
So, that nothing is mysterious.