NOT TO HATE
Many times,
All over the world,
I found it very hard,
Not to hate.
Not to just sit there,
On a park bench,
Or a street curb,
And just look at the world,
And hate everything about it.
Every person, every sight,
Everything.
At about that point on my trip,
I knew it was time to stop.
Stop moving, stop seeing,
Or I’d just go mad,
If I hadn’t already.
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