Covered in water, oxygen and flora
A species called human
Has become the apex predator
They've risen after competing
Many thousands of years
With violent enemies
Also with each other
Until the brightest minds
Of their tribes understood
They had to join together
To survive
They are a mixed lot
This human species
Some are massive, strong
Covered in muscle and skin
Some are weak, small
But also they are bright and clever
Few are born to become the alpha
But to just to have been born
Makes a human powerful
Humans dominate their environment
Even those living in harmony there
Alive in this physical form
Covered in flesh, protected by bone
Gifted with memory, language
And culture
Rise above the tribal limits
And the individuals of their kind
They lead the way
Sometimes falling
Sometimes rising
Most often moving forward
Despite their many flaws
Due to inertia
Momentum and luck
This species ignores entropy
They rise above their worst moments
Because they possess talents
Believing that they own their destiny
Thus transcend their past and present
To control the future
With certainty
To be the apex predator
The alpha
Endlessly
“Everything is determined, the beginning as well as the end, by forces over which we have no control. It is determined for the insect, as well as for the star. Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper.”
― Albert Einstein
