Reflections on A Perfect World?

I’m not yet capable of love
I’ve only just learnt to hate
My emptiness may be dancing
But not in tune with my fate
 
The murk of my soul shadows
The tears of my stomach whine
Regret, forget redemption song
I don’t want the past to be mine
 
In conflict with my conscience
At odds with the woman within
I’ve ceased to pray for Divinity
And wallow in original sin
 
I have friends who accept me
They can see my inner light
But I only bear-hug trees
Let Nature see my fright
 
 
I am the Earth
I am the Devil and the Christ
I wanted to be the Buddha
But being a simple man would be nice.