We set our goal.
Our genes said, “Go slow.”
We thought we’d strive.
Our blood said, “I’ll drive.”
So we set our goal,
heeding our genes’ no.
Through arteries and veins
the blood will drive
while we’re along for the ride.
If we don’t compromise,
a crash lies ahead.
If we aren’t wise,
“You’ll be dead,”
the blood said.
It’s time to change course.
It’s time to enjoy the ride.
Living with one’s genes —
a goal for which to strive
in pursuit of staying alive.