Evolution of Souls

The recipe for our success

As homo sapiens contained

Countless toxins to contentment

As self-referential beings:



Elaborate theories of minds,

Storytelling, anxiety,

Conviction, cooperation,

Imagination, and regret.



All of the social games we play

(And all of our games are social,

Including those games in our heads)

Are intricate conspiracies



By life against its instances,

Convincing us to carry on,

Creating ghosts from the pure urge

To keep on living forever,



And it all ends up trapped inside 

We flickering nothings, we souls,

Who now serve as our own cages

For prisoners we can't control.