“Then, there is the secret life. There, alone and in our own realm; Here, we fantasize about sex, romance, and being wealthy. No one knows. Except, when we cross over and violate societal mores. We betray, experience relationships that would be scorned in the other two lives. And to the extent we deviate from the norms, the greater amount of time is expended for clandestine pursuits. And we stay here, because it’s addictive. From the poem, "The Addictive Life.” RomanceSecret LifeFantasizeAbout SexClandestine PursuitsGandolfo PoetryPoetry By Rj IntindolaRj Intindola PoetryThe Addictive Life Author:RJ Intindola – (Gandolfo) – 2003