Aren't we all reaching towards survival?

Aren't we all reaching towards survival?

Like a sapling sprouting from a pavement crack,

growing, yet never becoming a shady tree.

Life briming with life! No matter circumstance!

A hatchling turtle, breaking free from its shell

swimming straight into a tangled fisher’s net.

A gentle breeze carrying dandelion seeds,

landing on four grey and roosting ducks

someday drowned by drakes trying to mate. 

With resting beak face, trying to fly away!

Life often thrives at the cost of others.

Aren't we all reaching towards survival?

Each time they said, "Fuck you, Caroline,"
this is where my mind would naturally wander.
Even though, I only spoke evolutionary truths-

If they don't give me space; I will just take it!

I'm a wild animal fighting for every inch of life.
Aren't I reaching violently towards survival?