Evolution

Absurdity, this condition of ours When I ponder my state in quieter hours. To live, reproduce and perhaps mutate To evolve, at least, at any rate. But not fast enough, as this world is rent By a rapidly changing environment? And that myth of rationality I only used when I could see That my instincts had been my foolish guide Neanderthal like acts had been misapplied. To think that such thoughts destroyed peace of mind As a Zen like existence I failed to find. My genes will continue their mindless task What good is that, may I ask?