Why Do I Have To Do It the Hard Way?

Like a stubborn mule, I strain
hard and violent against the reins.
I struggle and I buck
until I am neck deep in muck.
Why do I have to do it the hard way.

Like a diver who swims the deep,
slapped and smacked against the reef.
I won't swim up, won't go aboard,
but take all the abuse the waves can afford.
Why do I do it the hard way?

Though making each choice in life,
but choosing the ones with the most strife.
Wanting peace but getting none,
desiring love, but getting shunned.
Why do I do it the hard way?

In seeking out what hurts me most,
tenderness vanishes like a ghost.
Left with only an empty shell;
living in purgatory, betwixt heaven and hell.
Why do I do it the hard way?

Dare I make a change for the good?
Can think of reasons that I should.
Yet more reasons spring to mind,
ah, yes, those ties, how they bind.
And so, I'll do it the hard way.

Still my heart longs to be free;
is there a hope of peace for me?
We're bound to see if all my struggles bring
for me, rest from doing it the hard way.


MMII