Sometimes my hatred for so many things
and so many people is so strong,
I just do not look at things or at men,
I just mind my affairs, intensely,
and try to find meaning and solace in life.
Luckily, the more I hate men and things,
I lower my gaze, I lower my heat,
till optimism again takes possession of my soul.
Strangely, trying to love as many men as possible
has only derailed my life, so many times,
that I would rather hate and mind my own business,
instead of trying to love people,
and be considered a simpleton fool,
who does not know ways of the world.