Evolution

The world turns,
we grow more disoriented with time,
spinning, spinning.....
Most of us spending... half our lives deprogramming what we spent the other half installing
So some of us die young and dumb, but righteous, sure...
and others die old and wise, but they constantly lament
But what is there to regret?
And what is there to be sure of?
None of us built this world
there is no human tutorial
and so you second guess...and guess, and
guess again
Until you
just don't care
Guessing it was all static to begin with
and there's nothing you can do to help.