Evolution says we come from a primordial soup.
A thick concoction of gelatinous mass.
We continue to advance and regroup.
The Universe an outward explosion of gas.
Our advancement gave us these posable digits.
To bend and shape our reality- fabricate our existence.
Free to manipulate our world, bound only by personal limits.
And so advance the human race into the unknown distance.
No match were we for the beasts which scratched, stung and bit us.
So we needed to design crude tools and weapons.
Otherwise set for extinction in survival of the fittest.
And so our hands continued to craft our dreams and obsessions.
Next, we sought to build shelter from this terrible reality.
Homes and domiciles to bar us safe from danger.
Forever plagued by this new mentality;
In our separate world, hiding from the face of nature.
Now of course, our society is so far advanced,
We have managed to escape reality=s grasp.
But standing poised in this awkward happenstance,
We stand forever perched on the edge of total collapse.
Technology is now set to allow us to avoid these hands= use.
Evolutionary laziness rooting us vegetative- planted on our asses.
The unavoidable evolutionary cycle of returning to the soup,
As we slowly evolve into a consumé composé of gelatinous masses.
Written by Andrew