Becoming.

Becoming.

When the weather becomes hard, when the clock finally stops; what will become of us? When the water stops running and the good times stop rolling in, will we even become anything? When the light is put out and darkness sets in, is it even becoming? Stillness has always stay far into the shadows, and yet it's fast approach has made it a fear that now taunts humanity. The question of being or becoming has poisoned the well of everlasting growth and knowledge. The poison slips through the cracks and space we have inflicted upon ourselves and the environment that has done nothing but prove for us. Becoming, has always been the motto for our species; and now- who we are, what we are, even why we are all. Tether to the motions, the notions of what is next; to evolve and progress the untitled and unknown mission we have been posed with. The stimulation of surviving and living has become the primary objection, festered with the mundane obligations posed by the so called rules we've surrendered to. Is that what we have become? Cattle? No, we call ourselves innovators, pioneers of great societies, conquerors of the impossible; and yet, we are breaking at the seams. Childish tantrums, foolish opinions, distaste for the different; these sort of guiding principles is exactly why we are on the brink of bringing the upcoming storm up us. Whether we become, whether we are becoming; that is a question that is neither here or there. Becoming, a spark of lumination that guides us into... becoming?