secluded from your present
is all your future will ever be
living life as the prophet
but no audience shall seek for you
lost since the day you were born
with no north star to guide you by
franticly searching
as the meaningless ant
still no hope of a better past-time
east to west
north to south
pursued ever onward
by nothing for nothing
if there was any eara of the past you could travle back in time to visit, I wonder wich would it be? , if you could pick one and write about it i would love to read.
Its hard 2 put my comment n2 words for this one Brit! Simply sweet! ! Peace, Hippy Sav
Ant's never get lost...unless they lose their dreams...nice poem..thanks..iip..I have a few ant poems..
thats really sweet. very well written well done keep writing
very very soleful somehow we all get lost in the storm from time to time jim
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this, good job