For myself, Hatred is felt.
Many occasions pass by,
Mind still rambles on.

Old, New, Fake
All related to one,
or to another.

Life, throws,
pulls, centers,
and collapses.
all in one day

No stopping,
No starting.
Constant wheel,
forever in motion.

Hatred disguises in symbols,
themes and images in life,
in people.

Hiding amongst the bushes,
under the brush,
concealed from the world.
*waiting.