Extinction Parade

The end of it all,
Must surely appal,
So much, we must reject it.
Just like our death,
And the waters of Lethe,
The loss of our thoughts subjective.

But without our end,
Of which we forfend,
Our birth could never have been.
So why do we fear,
When the end comes near,
The terrors that are unseen.

It just our survival,
The traits that enable,
Our ability to continue.
For without fear of death,
We'd take our last breath,
And give up on our very sinew.

We have to fear,
That which comes near,
To finishing our way of being.
Or else we would fade,
Naught would come to our aid,
From life we would always be fleeing.

So extinction is just,
The end of our lust,
To always and ever be one.
There'll be something more,
Than esprit de corp,
We will have evolved and moved on.

For a species quite new,
That genetic corkscrew,
Is ultimately what we become.
Our intelligence fails,
Went right off the rails,
Showed we aren't smart but just dumb.

But while we persist,
To search though the mist,
Obstructing the latest new thing.
We have to make way,
Or so they do say,
For our beautiful next offspring.