Each to its own end; says the sage

Via the flowery words carefully penned on a 20th century page
Or the brevity of 160 characters tapped onto the dynamic screens of this new age

from the days of the afro and platform shoes
To the reign of the mohawk and skinny jeans

Within the balmy walls of a single room
Or reverberating off the high ceiling of the master bedroom

The dilemma of an emotional wreck

To explode or to exhale
Each to its own end; says the sage 

Consider the wisdom in exhalation?
Or enjoy the thrill of the explosion?

 Each to its own end