Inbetween

Are we still so vain as to imagine
That we are the pinnacle of evolution?
That it all led up to us, and what...
That's it?
That's absurd, of course not
We're a point on a line, a blip
A fart in the wind
Lulled into complacency, so long atop the pyramid
We too shall be supplanted

Ever greater efficiency
Sooner. Later...
The puppet pulls the strings
Servant, master, mother or child
Brushstrokes on the same canvas
Part of a play already writ'
Emblazoned on a stellar history

From abiogenesis the
tracks already have been lain and nailed
Details random, but charted course
Is set for where we're headed to
Building our successors
One convenience at a time



Credits
Writer(s): Larry Day
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