[instinct] Poem by Peter Vector

So vile and primal,
A horrid beast within all men.
The animal that we are not meant to be,
Locked inside of you and me.

Barred by our fleshy bodies.
Clawing at our rib cages.
They thirst to be free.
Hungry for lust and survival.

Common People, Madmen, and Poet alike,
Each have this untamed spirit to calm.
How you deal with this creature,
Is what makes you truly you,

Some chose to tame it.
Some let it run wild.
Some try to restrain it.
Some can't take it and become suicidal.

It all is determined on what you do...
Isn't that what life is about most days?
The Instinct that tells how to conquer the day.
Is roaring, growling, rumbling deep within you...