Self Interrogation

When I am living from one moment to the next,
how much in real life do I need to plan ahead?
When I come out thriving, only to fall again,
to live with ideals do I need a lot of strength?
When each soul is an alter ego of myself
how dauntless must I be to make a difference?
When previous night’s future becomes next morning’s past,
what eyes must I have to see in the present tense?
When a life here is cheaper than two Jackson greens,
how much can I dignify my own self-esteem?
When there is no place left for me to call a home,
how can I be lost in my savage wanderings?
When in the end it’s myself I cannot forgive,
how can I ever blame anyone else but me?

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* The last 4 lines are from Metallica’s The Unforgiven III.