F E A R
Sometimes I just can’t wrap my brain around nonsense
Sometimes I can’t see me in you
Sometimes I don’t love my self
Sometimes my love can’t be beat
Sometimes I love when no one else can find it
I guess it really is all good
Even though sometimes it is difficult to be still in it all
I believe that things I dislike in others are just parts of me I can’t love in myself
I believe when there is a thorn in my bonnet there is a lesson to be learned
I believe we are all built of the same ingredients
Some just have more or less spice.
It all comes down to
What you choose to eat.