Billions of years just to make you,
Millions of uninterruptedĀ links,
Just for you.
Every step made, one gene placed,
This is so humbling,
If you look at this space.

Don’t be the link that brakes,
Don’t be the thread that ends,
On your tomb will say,
Big Bang – your last day.

I do believe there is more to you,
Than your genes.
This archetype that seems,
Codified in your very proteins.

The long unexpressed word,
A feeling of the truth.
There is so much a brain can learn,
So much one can do.

Yet it’s all in you and it wants to get out,
Each generation extracts it,
Or passes it on.
Like an unresolved puzzle,
Like a big bad thorn.