Like Shiva baby

Most of the time, I'm a fairly nice guy. 

Wave at my neighbors.  Try to help others, empathize; contribute to something greater than myself.

I'm 45 and have come to realize... well, let's just say the illusions I once held about myself, the myths I created, they're so far in the rear view mirror it's laughable.

But then some days...

Some days, I just want to tear it all down.

It.
The world.
Myself.

Like Shiva, baby;
destroy everything, sit back in the smoking ashes, eyes gleaming, and wait for what comes after.

You feel me?
You hear what I'm sayin'?

(pause)

No?

C'mon. Sure you do.