There’s really no point in hating yourself.
It quite a waste of time.
Other than pretending that you’re strong
It’s best you change your mind.
And so I’ll take my own advice
For once, and only for a time…
But that’s enough to set me free
to ponder such a rhyme.
Normally I’d be All-In
Full blown, furnaced hatred.
Directed laser at my soul
until my hatred’s sated.
But even then, it’s never true
Hatred’s never sated.
It only fuels the worst of me
And turn’s my fire blue.
Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t real strong
I’m no peaceful, forgiving man.
And the territory I’m walking now
Is foreign, challenging land.
I’ll even say I’m a bit confused
Sitting amidst freshly painted walls
Without the hatred as my muse
I might just find my balls.