Exon

An unremarkable poem for an unremarkable phenomenon.

We secretly hope that we are alone,  So no other being may challenge our throne.

We fall in love with our Survival machines,  But forget our true masters, those immortal genes.

But how, against such insurmountable evidence,  Can truth stay hidden behind a veil of ignorance?

We exist because we should and would,  An entropic low, to be more we never could.

Yet in accepting this we should not find sadness,  Since truth is pure and clairvoyance brings gladness.

And in our last seconds on earth, we will truly know why,  Life is but a quirk of matter, and its time for us to die.

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