Taken for Granted

Taken for Granted

Hang on, you can’t be serious

You’re on something, delirious

That lady who was here? He just

Left without a word

I saw that things got out of hand

No one saw that coming, and

It’s obvious this wasn’t planned

But arguments were heard

Instead of making peace, amend

For reasons I can’t comprehend

Even though he’s her boyfriend

On her, he put the blame

He didn’t stop to wonder if

Twas his unbending thoughts t’were stiff

He’d sooner jumped right off love’s cliff

Than tarnish his own name

And so that’s how the story goes

It’s one which everybody knows

‘Cause everybody fakes a pose

To play this same old game

The Answer: 1

I fear I’ll never know why they did the things that they did. Yet, counter-intuitively, this is the very question that lies at the bottom of every single shred of truth I find in my quest to understand these things called humans.


Why did they do what they did? This rudimentary, fundamental question has haunted me since the first day I began studying these creatures. From the very first memory I transposed…that hazy, clouded image of a mother taking the bottle away from its child’s insatiable lips, I’ve always wondered – why? Why did she do that?

It is this that sparked my quest into the deepest levels of their consciousness. A quest motivated by nothing other than lingering curiosity. I have decided that I must understand the workings behind the human psyche. I must understand the reason behind their actions. Why did the mother protect her children from the dangers of the world? Why did the General fight to the death to protect his men? Why did the shaman perform such dances to predict a year’s harvest? What forces were behind these behaviors? What motivations caused them to transpire?

It is this question that I have to answer.

I must understand…why.