To live on this soil as resident, we are

Came as star dust from worlds afar
Fertilized an orb, unlikely to succeed
Up through the surface like a caraway seed





Since the first goo of the ebb and flow
So many times life erupted from below
Who knows what previous forms took place
Here we are perched for another about-face





Did those before over populate their patch
While seeking war with vigor and dispatch
Did their Gods create tribes in separation
Was their mistress wealth or exploitation





Because we grasp the atomic spins inside
Makes us feel all-important and starry-eyed
Losing our balance while pushing to the brink
And here we are at the crossroads of extinct





Well this orb cares not, not a bit in the least
Who goes and comes within the yeast
But as we ferment and rise to our phase
Beware of the quarks working below the haze

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      Nick Porcaro – Aug. 2012