Seems a common characteristic in humanity that we have this propensity toward self destruction.  This was brought to mind in a movie that I was watching earlier today.

Impulsive Inclinations
by Michael Romani

In our life's traveling
Some find themselves unraveling
There is a sense of distinction
In a self destructive inclination

Finding our way to drinking
Dragged there by the bottle's overthinking
Wondering at the meaning
Of our short time here as human beings

Is it just another trick of light
That spirals us past the corridors of midnight
Impulses rule over clear decisions
Lifetimes spent dwelling on imprecisions

We do our best to lock out the bad
Laugh ourselves silly to keep out the sad
Struggling hard to keep things light
We hold onto the good times hugging them tight

It's what we have in our days
Holding on to self taught ways
Until there's one drink too many
And we slip into the self destruction of plenty

Controlled by impulses that once felt good
Spiraling out past the understood
Being our best woman or man
Suddenly, self aware that there isn't a real plan

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