The Evolutionary Machine

Evolutionary machine churns on and on love is just a con what we see is seems simple to the machine just a dimple how do we interpret how we feel we are not even one spoke in a wheel like ants in a nest our instincts do not rest why do we pursue such strange things maybe one day we will have wings. The machine craves randomization Nearly granted in this big population The machine has succeeded The unnecessary have been weeded Our understanding is ace Mankind won the race