Impertanance

My instincts say, evolve, My instincts say, resolve, They whisper in my genes Keep moving, there because Question everything, they say I think that’s what I hear Reproduce, your coded self All that you hold dear Me that’s just another way Differentiate my quest Dreadnaught or an open hand Conscientiousness at best Mark these words To comfort Belay a story told Who would doubt their impulse? Who would be so bold? ©dbyrne march 2013