Existential Angst...Part One

This cannot be what we were created for. 

What evolution was moving us towards. 

I think deep down we know that to be true 

or at least I hope we do. 

We move at speeds we once could not comprehend

whilst never really moving 

I do not feel much comfort in this life of constant movement 

But I feel I am being left behind when I let my pace slow. 

I am not sure what it is I fear should I be left behind 

I put one foot in front of the other 

just like everyone else 

In this life long race I cannot recall entering 

As if I woke up in the middle. 

I wish not to be a cog but a spanner 

leaving chaos in it’s wake 

I wish not to be a weed but a rose 

boldly taking up space.