You can’t always plan,
How the future turns out,
But you take what you get,
You make your own route.

The most important opinion,
Will always be your own,
It follows you through thick and thin,
And wherever you should roam.

Your memory of events in life,
Are not in your control,
They’re snapshot of circumstance,
Part of your inner soul.

To substitute thoughts of hatred,
When the simple truth would do,
Is how I stand accused today,
From siblings sad and blue.

Great barriers of time and distance,
Bisect our points of view,
But I am a man of dogged resolve,
Which for you would never do.

So hate me not for what I say,
Nor for all the things I feel,
Hate me because I hurt you,
Then I will know that you are real.