The Scorpion and the Toad

A recurrent theme I have noticed throughout my entire life regardless of the deed done or not done, the mask worn or not worn, the love shown or the love unrequited, it has always come to a final reduction. If the principle of reductio ad absurdum is applied to any facet of my life you reach the same conclusion, or rather question that you always get from me. Why? Why are you like this, why are you so detached, why are you so cold? Why are you so cruel, why don't you care for anything or anyone. Why can't you take life seriously. Why dear, oh please tell me, why? I just am. It is who I am and just because there is a way that things ought to be does not mean that they will be that way. Just because morality is a la mode does not mean I am moral. And I will never change. If you expected a more satisfying resolve, then it is your fault for believing that your influence could have ever changed my nature. I am not evil, I am the most neutral and indifferent. I am an empty man. I am a callous man. I am a hollow man. It is in my nature to be.