Man is made with a hole in his heart
It can be filled with many, many things
But not all these things fit the part
The heart of man is peculiar in its intent
Friends, family, women, drugs, money   the heart strives to fill the hole with time well spent  
Good intent or destructive ventures
Choices innumerable
The pain or contentment is waiting for mans time of leisure
Strike while the iron is hot
Sit back and let the mind rot
Fickle intent focused on the plot
Goals set from this point result in a flop