Sometimes it is hard to live simply
Cause plains have slopes that strain wiggly,
Sometimes just behind the smile is an art of emotion
That can be resentment of time in motion,
The life you live is not a simple reason
It is the light in darkness used as weapon,
Hating the self is not the cause of hatred
It is folded love of finding self as sacred,
Sometimes we doubt,but that is not confound
That is just holding a fear in conscious ground,
Sometimes we fall,but not hurt our back,
Cause pain is good for glittering gold sack!