Doubts

My doubts
have come and gone
I've left
Life's
 interrogation room
and all the whisperings
have fled
down my halls
into those
dark corners
where the shadows
 Roam
still clinging
to the mind set
of our past
where our woke
monkey mentality
mind set
doesn't want
to let go
like the tribe
on the beach
refusing to see
until they touched
captain cook's ships
or the tribes
who still pray
to those
metal birds
in the sky
we are them
they are us
inside
our monkey mind
Natures
slow revenge
on a species
not compatible

With Moral Intelligence