Wondering
what is the nature of our lives,
what meaning does it have?
if all we do in the end is die,
why is it life we crave?
we eat, we sleep, we simply exist
and our species continues to thrive
but what good is it, in the end,
to follow our existantial drive?
while our intelligence transcends
that of the lesser beasts
our evolution has been stopped
by that we seem to value least
now stop to simply ponder this:
the only mystery in life
is actually the mind,
but often we're distracted by
the other things we find
Copyright © Syd Floyd | Year Posted 2010
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