Parasite

I wonder if the parasite
Knows that it's a parasite,
And like the reptile that took flight,
It just wants to survive the night.

And if this thinking parasite
Realizes it’s a parasite,
Would it cause such paralyzing fright,

To face the self in harshest light?

So here’s the struggling parasite,
That hates its own evolved plight,
It bites and tears with endless might,
Untrained in how to make things right.

But if this troubled parasite
Could find a way to grasp the light,
Would it see itself in new sight?
Perhaps it might, if it could write.