this thing, inside, that makes us do the things we do,
what is it called again?
do we call it instinct?
the will to live?
Is this how we perpetuate the species?
what if you are like me?
what if you like the same thing that you already are?
what if, like me, you prefered the same ol’ thing with the same ol’ ending?
a flash
a splash
a glimmer into that once forgotten
a dip into that fruitless endeavor for one more try
for one more go
into that foregone conclusio