The rat race to become human

Anguish arises when you dedicate your life,
Hoping to not leave it in ashes
Ruins of desperation
That time itself is not enough
To stop what ails us as being human
Utterly
Disgustingly 
Beautifully
Flesh, Bones
Tendons and artificial technological advancements
Of our ancestors
I arrive as patient as a silent war
One that brews underneath the soil
Beneath rubber boots
And wallowing victims
Who cry to not be found
When they are hiding from
More than life.
Our moments that I tend to remember
Were the imperfect attempts at a sensational life
That depicts itself in photographs
When I ought
To find myself in thought
That we’ve made it this far
To get wherever else we need to be
Feel like we need to be
Undoubtedly,
We are trying to complete the rat race