Is it all beauty? Are we all angels?

or is it just call of duty to our primal selves,

Let’s compete, beat, eat and make sure we’re top dog on the street.

Thats nature after all.

Adam and Eve after the fall

Cast out,no hope, no vision

All our progress an illusion

Get back to the garden? ha!

We have to give ourselves the pardon

Let go, understand it’s all ok

Man’s tapestry is just as fine

As a butterfly wing design.