Hate Is an Object

I’ll keep on moving

You know I can’t be late

Some people I once loved, I now have only hate

Hate is an object

One of no value

Breaks into pieces and it resurrects anew

You’ll keep on moving

But not fast enough

Sedimented treasure, like a diamond in the rough

You travel far away to only come right back Listen to religion as you search for hardened fact

Moments sinking through

I’ll try not to hate you