Evolutionistically Yours

I’ve accepted that maybe the road I took was

a lot longer;

the footpath more worn down,

narrower, and at times far too dim to see what

lay ahead.

I see fellow travelers reach their destinations a

mile in,

and some have yet to trek their own,

but this path is mine alone,

its pebbles parted by my stride,

the air filled with each breath and cooled off sweat,

and in the end

when I stab the heart of its peak

a flag waves its colours in the wind, reading

Evolutionistically Yours,