Survival is a progressively efficient viral machine outdoing all competition.
Survival is an effortless, yet taxing, mediocrity sweetened by gratification.
Today Survival is a swirl of societal expectations, social roles, all learned precepts pressing against a cruel animal-istic cerebral, itching to be free.
A repetitive monologue of moving forward with an infinite fog of variables that masks survivals purpose, and yet still provides comfort through knowledge-less normality.
Everything we see survives but, why?
We reach outward for guidance.
We reach inward for peace
We only know how to survive because we accept what we see
For when the last person remembers you,
You cease to survive.
Copyright © Nathan Reger | Year Posted 2017
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