Like smoke drifting endlessly on a vast wave
Of air, life’s thin line twists and turns,
Searching for some great mutation to save
Itself from itself, to stop the torture, the burns
And scars of base emotions. Let lunatics rave

About a “Greater Good”, for they fool only fools,
And the line will one day break, only to throw
Some new specimen into the strong, stark pools
Of light that beckon, yet strangely repel, and show
All the scenes enacted have no rules

But for one: adapt, change, or stagnate and die.
So heed well the words of a true prophet who
Says not “stay with a good thing”, but “fly
On to new zones of experience”, for only through
Change can one grow strong and survive.