We exist in our own discomfort
But without, why need we evolve?
My flesh is weak, and my bones fragile
I'm breakable and I can dissolve
But with these imperfections
We make ourselves grow strong
As Neanderthals we used tools
And discovered beauty
We were painting and carving
We even wore jewellery
We exist in our own discomfort
Though some never seek to change
Rather to procreate without improvement
Betray their legacy with narcissism
Of equal fervency to which
All of our ancestors championed us
So as some plateau into mediocrity
Perhaps their survival rate shall cease to grow
We exist in our own discomfort
We walk both together and alone
I stand tall with evolution
A mere theory? No, not at all
So my biology and humanity
Am I proud enough to preserve
Should I take up arms for a future
I'm unsure my genetic traits deserve
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