Evolution: The Chameleon

I growl at the inferior reptile
With his beautiful bright scales, he taunts me.
In a flash, he's gone. I wait there a while.
I'm sick of my cave! I need to be freed!

I have opposable thumbs, hands and feet!
I can jump, leap, skip, and hop on tempo!
Haply, he slithers on the ground. A treat!
He struts, he knows, he loves and he will grow.

Am I superior? No, I am not.
I am human. Involved but not evolved.
That reptile learns. Potential wastes and rots.
My potential wastes.Nothing has been solved.

I need to learn and live as that reptile.
Know.Learn. If not, life is an adjourned trial.

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