Cicada spring, listen to it ring

Buzzing harmonics, our language 

worming its way 

into your ears

A symphony of lust 

and passion 

the air

Without warning, instinct kicks in

Bodies move without thinking, following the 

primordial urge

Our Basic Instinct

We are hardwired to live long enough to 

breed and multiply

We just don't have the time

In a day, a week, it's gone

That need

And the window to our becoming closes

for another century

Our eyes close for life, we are no more.