The Something

Ethereal fluid flows Life’s energy

Viscosity of constant change

Thin and thick roils the coils of existence

By chance

Man finds its way into Nature’s roll call

And the ether’s rarefied element.

Yet…

Humankind continually misses

Or loses

Its rights and reasoning

Choosing instead to elbow in a spawning ground of escapists.

And of course…

More hitchhikers

Bouncing around

Seeking purchase

Like crustaceous barnacles finding a whale’s back

Aquire a free ride on the vessel equipped to navigate life on its own.

But…

For the few who accept liability

And take their place beside civilization’s smooth and rough evolvement

The question of identity becomes authentic

Such few become the something

Of everything

Accepting themselves as specs of being

In a universal maze of becoming.

Oh, to stay amongst the few.