Contemplating the root cause of thinking gone awry.
You, my friends, are animals.
Naked by design,
Eager to believe you were
born to be divine.
But life can leave you wanting
when you're made from dirt.
Must be why I find you here
reaching for dessert.
Only fruit meant for the gods
dangles from this tree;
Sure to satisfy the yearn,
though not perfectly.
I tried one, and it made me
well-groomed and refined.
It can help you rise above
if you're so inclined.
Just ignore the side-effects,
though they may be strong.
You will think you're doing right,
when you're doing wrong.