Nothing is as putrid as the revolting stench of mediocrity.
Nothing as tragic as watching the flame extinguish without ever sharing it's light.
A robot repeats what it is taught to say.
Two zombies go to bed and have sex! Both were masturbating.
I miss lust. I miss yearning. I miss the desire to rut.
Spring time comes and it's time to plant seed. Alas, no more.....to feel the explosion coming and shoot your seed as deep as you can into your mate.
The days of putting your hand on her swollen belly to feel the movement of the hope to come....
Life renewed - an urge fulfilled older than life itself.
Crawling out of the primordial slime on to dry land and starting a long journey to the stars.
But we won't make it.
We ignored our instincts and listened to our egos and killed each other in a frenzy.
Prejudice and bigotry and intolerance poisoned our minds and we died looking down.
The sky was lost to us.
We bred like crazy but didn't care enough about our offspring to provide air and water and good food.
Instead of growth we watched decay with fascination and placed the blame on everything but ourselves.