Yet I keep searching, albeit helplessly for the ever eluding truth
And the search carries on, knowing full well of it's treacherous nature
But the game being played was never to reach a conclusion to my favor
Or to it, just that my choices emerge out of a different route.
The tune I sing to, the commonplace rhetorics I enthusiastically build
The weary mass accumulated over ages, for my own recreation
In fact a burning evidence to the lack of it, a mound of hapless emotion
Which fortunately will die, to the unavailability of a fertile field.
But my daily routine, warranting no transformation, pushes me to the brink
Perhaps to extinction, like the last dinosaur helplessly withering away
Perhaps destruction it prefers over evolution, looking to keep Darwin at bay
Those times it overpowers my own consciousness, possibly always, as I more closely think.
And the search carries on, knowing full well of it's treacherous nature
But the game being played was never to reach a conclusion to my favor
Or to it, just that my choices emerge out of a different route.
The tune I sing to, the commonplace rhetorics I enthusiastically build
The weary mass accumulated over ages, for my own recreation
In fact a burning evidence to the lack of it, a mound of hapless emotion
Which fortunately will die, to the unavailability of a fertile field.
But my daily routine, warranting no transformation, pushes me to the brink
Perhaps to extinction, like the last dinosaur helplessly withering away
Perhaps destruction it prefers over evolution, looking to keep Darwin at bay
Those times it overpowers my own consciousness, possibly always, as I more closely think.
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