Outgrown Givens

Welcome to a sudden, momentary lapse of time
Fully absorbed in the benefits that evolution reaps
And dishonored by the blame that monitors its change
Outcast of its breed, it weeps for the struggle to end
 
Tradition accuses it of raising The Unknown as its own,
Screening out the fog that covers its stagnant condition
It assumes the burden of sewing the seeds of The Other,
Sending a message that would otherwise never be heard
 
Progression blossoms through its distinctive faces,
As it throws a curve at predestined occurences
Leaving The Predetermined on a trail of confusion,
It strives to become what it was not chosen to be
 
Beware of the givens that humor life...
They become outgrown sooner than expected