There is love and there is hate And there is pleasure and there is pain. I'am driven by both. Both the axe doing the chopping and the tree doing the growing. A split personality. A lover, not a fighter but a fighter for love. Alone in a world full of others feeling alone too. When will all these contradictions come to a compromise? The day you realize you can't control everything in life but you can pick and choose what has more control over you.