Oh the mastery we have over other creatures
Our minds, our wisdom, the power.
The detriment.
It's nothing more.

The longing happiness.
It rips at my insides.
Tearing away at my last shreds of innocence.

Oh to be young!
To be a dog!

Is it primal desires that should motivate us all?
Our instincts locked away blocked by the abandoned basement door.

Never to reach the surface.

We lock away ourselves as we lock away our happiness.

It's amazing-- the longing look in a person's eyes,
envious of animals and their soul encompassing instincts.

Do they know happiness?

The questions we ask bear the weight of our compulsions clawing their way through our heart, hoping to get through.  
Oh, the pain these questions have-
The pain that claws at my heart.