The Rage Inside
The rage inside
Am I a clockwork man, or a clockwork mouse?
Would I still be the same man, if I let my rage out?
Am I a jigsaw piece of a master plan?
Or a glimpse of art, in a foreign land?
Am I a way of seeing, or a way of keeping the peace?
Or a weapon of choice inside your hands?
Am I blessed by God, or cursed by The Devil?
If I have never lost my temper, how have I learned to stay so civil?
If a box of tricks is Pandora’s Box;
Then why are there no locks on Pandora’s Box?
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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