The only thing separating us
from the primitive animals of whom we fear,
are the minds we are equipped with.
They have the incentive and the intention
of kindling the fire of our perceptions
and igniting our thought,
which burns so angrily into each day
in order to maintain a harmony,
and to strive toward a truce.
However you use that flame for none of the aforementioned.
You take the flame and you light a cigarette.
Drugs of
lust,
contempt,
greed,
envy,
pride,
indolence,
and gluttony,
rolled neatly in a piece of paper.
The same paper your signature used to reside.
A contract.
The contract.
Broken.