Fuck the fortune cookie, this comes from a far wiser confectionery.

Men are no more all the same than women. 

We are all planted on the biological space ball.

Brought into existence with a wholly undeniable desire to find, something. 

A burning inside us at a depth only fiction writers can graze. 

It's that little pulling inside your chest,

       that feeling that the puzzle is always one piece short. 

That introspective search we all open our eyes knowing how to do.

The fact is each of us is here, looking for something. 

Something that puts us in sync with the world around us. 

The only standing issue for both men and woman is:

       We have no fucking clue what it is.......