Amygdala
What would I change?
Such a simple question,
For what would I not?
When confronted by
The desperate avarice
Of the Me Generation
The Endless scandals of shallow fame
And the ambiguous love of strangers,
How could I not wish to tear it all to the ground?
How could I not wish to start anew?
What child of Pandora does not shrink from the sunrise
And croon for its ‘set,
As monsters of yore?
Are we not beasts?
Are we not devils?
Are we?
Yes.
We are monsters that build fortresses.
We are beasts that die in protests.
And we are devils that heal the sick.
And yet
We are none of these things without joy.
We are none of these things without passion.
What makes a man human but his brain,
The true center of emotion
Devotion
Love?
What would I change?
Such a simple question.
The Human Amygdala
For Joy.