Inbetween

Are we still so vain as to imagine That we are the pinnacle of evolution? That it all led up to us, and what... That's it? That's absurd, of course not We're a point on a line, a blip A fart in the wind Lulled into complacency, so long atop the pyramid We too shall be supplanted Ever greater efficiency Sooner. Later... The puppet pulls the strings Servant, master, mother or child Brushstrokes on the same canvas Part of a play already writ' Emblazoned on a stellar history From abiogenesis the tracks already have been lain and nailed Details random, but charted course Is set for where we're headed to Building our successors One convenience at a time