Is there inherent good in people? Who's to say, Nothing is that simple With little to no meaningful example sample One's left to guess what to shed and what's essential For those not raised to be capable Those who struggle with both an internal and external battle Or wound up with a broken porcelain bone handle, It's hard to shake the fragile label And always surprising who is willing to use it as ammo There is good, there is evil Most linger somewhere near the middle Remember though, It's not that simple