Seasons

I fluctuate too sometimes

just like the seasons come and go

changing

my mind changes too

sometimes I feel I have a mind of two

a devil on my shoulder

an angel on the other

fluctuating thoughts

fluctuating habits

sometimes I want to be good

other times I want to be more than bad

fluctuating evil pulses

fluctuating evil impulses

I don’t know how to tame

so I guess I’ll just wait for them to come and go

just like the cold Christmas snow

it’s out my control

to change how the seasons come and go

to change how my seasons come and go

it’s only natural

it’s only normal

to sometimes be glad

to sometimes be sad

to sometimes want a thrill

to sometimes want to kill