What is this thing? Do I have it? I am it. It is not something you can own. It's the dust, grass, air, water, stars that make us. We are these things. In this arrangement, what can I do? What do I do? How do we act, think, feel about things? Why? There are reasons, most of which are redundant now. But we still feel as if we live on the savannah. I feel as a wounded lion would when he has been usurped. We are animals with simple emotions, chemical reactions inside that determine how we act. Are we at their mercy? Is life predictable? Can emotions be manipulated? Can they be fully understood?
Sit here
In the bed
Think about all the things
Someone once said
Is it truth or lie
Or simply their version?
Can it apply to me
Are we really all the same?
Show me proof you feel
The same things I feel
Give me an indication
You think the same things I think
And we can be the same
One life
What makes a man?
What makes a woman?
Physical, mental differences
Different chemical compositions
Determine what we are.
Can there be a way
To control them?
Strip them of their power,
So long our saviour,
Now our tormentor.
Changing a winning formula
Is the hardest thing to do.
Have the courage to change.
Is changing a way of self-protection?
Why not feel these things?
They are unpleasant.
They impact my life.
They form my decisions,
And cause me strife.
This journey is hard,
Is that just the way
That men become men?
So many people
Slaves to their whims
Determined to feel
That endorphin bliss.
Surely the most satisfying thing
Is to defy your emotions
And even still,
Win.
The battle is always worth it.
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