Purpose

Too many are trying too hard;
some not at all.
There's an ebb and flow to the action.

Wherever in the end it may go,
it will naturally 
take all of us with it.

Some want to go. Some don’t.
And there are those 
who “frankly, don't give a shit.”

No need to buy a ticket. 
It’s already punched. 
Caution makes little difference. 

You need not be heard.

We are, after all, on a high
of bloody testosterone cocktails:
no flee, all fight.

And every man knows he will die. 
Goodbye. Goodbye.