Friday, June 5, 2026

evolution - a poem

Chemical electrical pulses transform our biology

Seemingly infinite infinitesimal shifts occur continuously,

Without being marked by our conscious

Until one day we pause and self-analyze

On the evolution that we have become,

And wonder of the meaning behind all this change

And the direction behind all this change.

How does this make me feel?

Why do I minimize this so much?

What do I fear about where I go?

I despair that I am at a crossroad,

In which every path I chose loops me back to this same intersection.

While my muscles freeze in place

My mind races down every road my vision can see,

Retuning in disgust upon reaching the horizon without resolve,

And unable to traverse the minute distance within

To force the body to move in sync with the soul.

I pray for the force of evolution to someday change this outcome,

Instead of despair that never seems to change,

Still frozen at the crossroad.