A reaction to our environment.

I initially posted this poem in July 2008, almost a whole year ago. Recently I rediscovered it, and in my vanity was impressed.
So here it is again.

All life appears to me,
To be the same,
Wandering sense
Of instability,
A repetitive reaction,
To our environment,
We move forward,
Staggered in our views,
Unwilling and stubborn,
The more insightful we become,
The more short sighted we are,
We always wait too late,
But then, why switch on a light,
When it is not yet dark?