The following poem addresses the human condition as something we seek to make meaning of: we all seek to tell our story, find a way to mark our existence, and transcend time past the limits of our lifetimes. It engages the often futile feelings we have, our blindness to our existence, and our angst generated by feelings of erasure. The poet believes that the drive to tell our story, to be remembered for that which has shaped us, and to mark our existence, transcends the biological need to procreate, superseding it.
If desire is the backbone of human nature and desire often leads to loss, how can we break the psychological cycle of failure while simultaneously finding meaning in a meaningless world? The following collection of haikus remind us of our innate human drive and the traps we fall into, repeating them mindlessly over time.