We are but ants
Destined to scuttle around
this dusty landscape.
Working
Striving to survive.
What is so great about survival anyway?
Maybe the longer you live the wiser you become?
Maybe wisdom, knowledge is actually substance we would be better off not requiring,
I was informed once that Fools and
The Innocent would inherit the earth?
Unfortunately I'm neither!
I still believe
Crying, war, death, life,
I still believe
I believe we are but ants
Destined to scuttle
Destined to die
Destined to just be....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem