First, all we want is to survive,
Thirst then overcomes us so we thrive.
Second, comes the need and then the desire,
Beckoned as though the calling the moth to the fire.
Third, comes the hunger so we search for meat,
Heard is our stomachs complaining, so we kill and eat.
Fourth, comes the urges so we look for a mate,
Forth we will go and search as destiny is our date.
Fifth, we learn and discover and then we begin to ask why,
Myth is we never understand or learn, and then we die.
Randy L. McClave
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