Roaches and Ants

How often the question,
the ignoring,
the reality
that as a species
we live lives
according to someone else’s purpose.

Too many move through life
embracing factotum,
embracing servile doctrine,
pushing religion,
obsessing scholastic attainment,
conquering career lures,
while forgetting
fulfillment eludes man-made designs,
reliant instead on personal discovery,
the inner being transparent.

Many hold we ignore our divine destiny—
to be.

Such a quandary,
this idea of being,
thinking we know what we want,
what we need,
who we truly are.

Yet...

Few choose to seek “their truth,”
opting instead to crawl through endless trenches
of waste and human rubble,
enduring razor-sharp suffering,
only to remain a stranger to one’s self.

Sadly...

These scars of self-mutilation subtly spread,
metastasizing into bondage of heart and mind
leading to perhaps one last question…

Will our species ultimately become
but alien anthropological studies,
proving our existence as a dot
under the cosmic microscope
proving such an ironic exercise
reveals but who we ultimately
were not?

Or

Might the oldest instinct of the planet
finally kick in?

Roaches and ants
know survival.

We should know more.

Do we?