Being the very thing you try to live free
Freeing you from any hardships and trouble
Troubling to know that you can't always control em
Them being the problems that arise each day
Daily you question how to make your way
Weighing each and every option that you have
Having only a few choices makes you mad
Mad crazy obstacles constantly block your path
Paths that never seem to reveal their wrath
Paths that never seem to reveal their wrath
Wrath merely just one of the seven deadly sins
Sins thrown in any of the nearby trash bins
Inner darkness shields the light
Warmth not only physical but mental
Bleakness engulfs the soul
Like a blanket putting out the flames
With melancholy comes a sort of resolve
The edge that you need to overcome
Allowing yourself to be that asshole
The funny thing about life is it's paradoxes
What you think is always wrong
You have to do the opposite
That bitter cold that overwhelms you
Is actually the very thing you needed to get through
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