I Could Watch Man From Dusk To Dawn…

And Dawn To Dusk…

From Here to Forever…

And Never Understand…

In The Span Of A Life You Can Walk The Line From A Savior To Monster…

Monster To Man…

And Man To Myth…

And Never Once Ask Why…

Or how…

Do They Blow Threw This World Leaving Behind Only What Little They Have…

Themselves Touched…

Or Does Their Every Action…

Their Every Thought…

Shape The Entire World From Now To Ever After…

Would You Ever Know…

Would You Ever Care…

Can No Man Truly Be An Island…

Or Must Every Man Be An Island…

I Find The Strangest Thing…

In Men…

Is Their Complete And Utter Belief They Have Any Semblance Of Power…

For They Can Not Destroy…

Nor Can They Create…

They Hold Only The Power To Change…

To Change The World…

To Change Others…

And Most Of All To Change Themselves…

Inside And Out…

No Other Being Can Claim Such…

So One Must Ask…

Do Men Change Because The Can Not Create…

Can Not Destroy…

Or Is Change The Truest Form Of Power…

This Change…

This Choice…

It Is Their Nature…

They Are Things Of Chaos…

They Are Beings Of Chaos In A World Of Order…

So The Conform…

They Change…

But This Change…

Only This Change…

Goes Contrary To There Nature…

So They Find Themselves Unfit For There Skin…

Alone In A Crowed World…

As I Have Said Men Are Beast Of Chaos In An Ordered World…

Things Walking In False Skin…

This Is Why…

Why For Dusk Till Doomsday…

Man Can Not Be Understood…

Why Man Can Not Understand…