Modern man

I wrote this a long time ago, as such, I can't recall for what reason or what I thought to make of it. I like it, all the same, perhaps you will, too...

Modern man is an effigy,

of science, arts and poetry.

Incomplete, inconsistent and widely undefined.

We fight and struggle for our survival,

riddled with perplexities created by our minds.

Unbeknownst, unaware of just what we may find.

And here we are, down the line, clinging to our lives,

To keep order, stay from chaos:- married men with wives.

An ode to all that was before, our fathers would be proud

And here I am: Modern Man, wrecked with wrath and fears,

 But none shall tie me down, still I persevere