A man is a fighter,
He cannot just sit around the house,
He cannot just watch over babies,
Or build a blooming nest.
Everything in a man wants to protect,
Wants to provide,
To be the victor,
A man doesn't just turn to addiction,
He is inticed by it.
He doesn't just fulfill his lusts with pornography,
No, he hunts.
He searches for just the right place.
Just the right girl.
Hours wasted away
Simply driven by the desire to be victorious.
Because he was built for that search.
And he was built for a journey.
But without an enemy to fight,
A man will go crazy.
And he knows this,
So he will numb away these deep desires,
Sedate himself with alchohol because he can't sit still.
Because he can't see who he needs to attack.
Because the biggest trick the devil ever played
Was to convince the world he didn't exist.
But the world is afraid of man's power.
They want nice boys
And handsome gentlemen.
But without a story to tell
Without that great adventure
No meaning and no destiny
A man will grow bored and fade away.
But there is never death.
There is always something cooking in the kitchen
Always somethin in the basement
A flicker, a flame
<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© December 2015