How does the human evolve,
Not a question to try to resolve,

Because as a species we survive.

More than like sand mites,
In a desert,
Go ahead spend the time,
Counting grains of sand.

Because as a species, we survive.

Let that hang on your breath,
say it again real slow, slower....
thoughts processes go where they will,
percolate and distill,
"we still have a habit to ****"
one another

oh brother, I need more wine...
Is this by design....or are we on a decline
from the pinnacle of creation.

But what part of you, will be the downfall,
from such heights...take time to drink in
the fading view.

Whether it is oil or riches,
Too big for our britches,
The only possession we own
it seems is greed,
so sweet is this reduction, over
the heat, of want over need,
do you even know your own

DNA

the pinnacle,
It is not the end,
but a place to see,
what you have yet learned,

No way to earn,
What is available for free,
Peace, that passes,
Release, of the past,
Envision, the future,

See?
Only from the pinnacle,
are the past, present and future,
more than whimsical and make believe!

In this journey, know, you won't be alone.

And there is nothing, I would rather do, than be with you.