Bridge To The Mammoth

I think the pit of man is that we fail to see what could be.

I am the star vessel on the dark sea,

where we have climbed across

every creature we come to defeat.

I miss the belief

that what we have done

had some weight on the next generation

and they reminded me of it without speaking.

Some hidden code written inside of me that will fix our past mistakes that belonged to someone else.

Some of it has been written down, some hasn't, it seems it is burned into me like a rhetorical statement.

Or the great sea monsters worthy of praise, were only extinction by warriors great.

I miss this, but still perhaps this is ours to take, how can we repair a bridge if there is none to make?

No it is crud like oil.

Wrong like death in my hands.

All that is completely vanquished.

I wonder is it survival of the fittest or merely survival?

Maybe we haven't gone to the point where we can see our mistakes corrected.

And there is no God only escapees.

Whom we say are somewhere, reborn, or 

we get to an age where we can make our own

bridge to bringing all kinds of life 

back 

to

Gaia

but 

instead

only

destroy.