Ants and Roaches

Ants and Roaches How often the question How often the ignoring How often the reality That as a species We live lives According to someone else’s purpose Perhaps Too many move through life Embracing factotum Embracing servile doctrine Pushing religion Obsessing scholastic attainment Conquering career lures While forgetting Fulfillment eludes man-made designs Reliant instead on discovery The inner being transparent Many hold We ignore our divine destiny To Be Such a quandary This idea of Being Thinking we know what we want What we need Who we truly are Yet Few choose to seek “their truth” Opting instead to crawl through endless trenches Of waste and human rubble Enduring razor-like suffering Only to remain a stranger to one’s self Sadly These scars of self-mutilation subtly spread Metastasizing into bondage of heart and mind Leading to perhaps one last question Will our species ultimately become But alien anthropological studies Proving our existence as a dot under the cosmic microscope But an ironic exercise For revealing who we ultimately Were not? Or Might the oldest instinct of the planet Finally kick in? Ants and roaches Know survival We should know more Do we?