The fallacy of man lies in their beliefs.
Inherent deviations from the cold, hard truth.
Man believes life has significance,
Importance, purpose, in order to soothe.
Thousands of years of evolution,
You'd think man would have learned better.
Yet we mourn and we feel - as though we matter,
When in reality, you're just another voice for the clatter.
All this progression from water to land,
Yet the brain still perceives the crown in hand.
Well, I've learned this again and again,
That no one's important, we're all gone with the wind.
Author notes
None. I was just feeling cynical at the time of this poem's progeny.
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