#poetry Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. Man is an animal, A drop in the universe, A machine with an illusion of control, In a mortal coil. Desire that is never fulfilled He is but stuck in a strange loop that is "consciousness", He is but a creation of his own imagination, His own mind, Stuck in a time capsule, Living in a self-centered illusion, A victim of his own making. He is addicted to manipulation, His own and others, And the world around him is a reflection of that, A projection of his own shadow. He is a slave to his own desires, And the world is his playground, Where he can act out his fantasies, And the consequences be damned. He is a child in a man's body, A walking contradiction, And the world is his oyster, To be plundered and exploited.