For something that exists hypothetically,
It changes. A lot.
It evolves unaided
Changes nature
Alters the artificial
Reforms the superficial
And enkindles History.
When stars consume it,
It becomes divine like,
Expanding and Exploring to unseen and lone boundries
Of the unending space.
To the existance of fabrication of galaxies and universes
We study astronomy
Stars through history,
Had been the birth of,
Symbols and drawings,
The primitive forms ,
Of language and art.
And when these little ways
Of conveying love, messages, information
Is when we see the birth of a civilliazation
As we covert to social beings from amix of various species
Born through the passage of time
We continue evolving,
Did
Are
And doing
Forever
Till
We
Become
Something
Better
Like the universe tests its own invention to perfection,
Every sunrise and every sunset
Every tidal wave of the full moons and low tides of new moons
Unfortunately, amongst all beauty
It also changed
The meaning.
Of love
Of life
Of laughter
Of fun
Of family
Of memories
Of schooling
Of childhood
Of friemdships
As we drown our selves upon the science of technology
Like slaves we behave
As we tend to them,
Than as they tend to us.
The meaning of 'Social Beings' for the human civilization may lie as an hypothesis
Than as a statement
For what we are now
Such as Time.
It exsits, as an myth
Alone. And Forever.
Infitely bleeding
To have new creations
R.K.
25.06.17
22.54
Edited on 8.8.17
04.12 am
R.K.
