The body goes through changes.
The mind grows.
Eventually goes.
There is time spent knowing...
knowing about one's existence,
what love is,
what it isn't.
Feeling
With feet firmly planted on the ground,
it becomes frightful to think of being beneath it.
Food for the Earth, we are.
We populate our planet,
and we have come far.
We've documented man's evolution.
The evolution.
The enlightenment.
The ecosystem.
However, we forget about the gift we are given.
Spinning on an axis.
We're egocentric.
We put ego over eco.
We're contained.
Entomology, of sorts.
Maybe Darwin was right.
Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 12:05 AM UTC
The body goes through changes.
The mind grows.
Eventually goes.
There is time spent knowing...
knowing about one's existence,
what love is,
what it isn't.
Feeling
With feet firmly planted on the ground,
it becomes frightful to think of being beneath it.
Food for the Earth, we are.
We populate our planet,
and we have come far.
We've documented man's evolution.
The evolution.
The enlightenment.
The ecosystem.
However, we forget about the gift we are given.
Spinning on an axis.
We're egocentric.
We put ego over eco.
We're contained.
Entomology, of sorts.
Maybe Darwin was right.
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