Generations Slip Away..

Well this one I wrote not too long ago(umm a week back)..If you're the thinking type, you might get the hidden meaning, if you're not, well, read it at your own risk. But this one's got two meanings really. One when you don't have to think too much and read it straight off the screen. The other when you read into it. Caters to both my intellectual and intellectually inept(people who believed Star Wars was going to be about stars having fights with one another) audience. Imagine if you were actually intelligent(or so you think) and didn't get it. What a blow to your ego!
Alright..I was only kidding. Read on..feel free to comment though. Lemme know what you think. My poems are only as good as the assumptions that you can make. Have a good Monday!

Generations Slip Away..
Darwin thought he had explained it all,
Evolution of all big and small.
We live to reproduce,
But 'twas but one excuse,
As Nature Selects whoever wins the brawl.

Not meekest but finest,
Not kindest but meanest,
Preying, chasing, swooping, pinning,
Are but the fine tastes of winning.
While one wins, the other muses,
Over music and withered roses.
The cycle repeats itself over,
Beyond the realms of knowledge you shudder,
Searching the soul only leads a yonder,
The meaning of it is all you wonder.
Thus, deep in contemplation,
Slips away, a generation..

Not slowest but quickest,
Not dullest but smartest,
Thinking, planning, doing, gaining,
Are but the fine tastes of obtaining.
While one wins, the other muses,
Over poems and withered posies.
And the cycle repeats itself over,
Beyond the realms of knowledge you shudder,
Then everything seems so clear,
When all is mortalized by the meteor.
Not a form is then left for contemplation,
For there is no reason for a generation..

© Divya Sagar