EXTINCTION

Echoes of the past we live with, not always real

yet not imagined

Echoes we should hear as guiding, life-force rhythms;

What is it that we fear?

 

Return from a journey that now will never end

it seems…

 

It seems like yesterday

it’s not and yet

it’s all not really clear…

I wonder will it ever be?

What creature is devouring me?

 

No sooner do I near completion than there appears another need….

The simple life these current times seems becoming obsolete

The simple mind just short of overloaded….

 

Adapt.

Adapt or be extinct.

Isn’t that a strange thought…