I’m walking slowly up and down these roads
watching the people working overload.
A colony of ants too scared to deter
from the life that’s been assigned to them since the day of their birth.
What do they think of in the middle of the night?
Do they wonder or worry and search for the light?
Or do they just lay there,
like good little sheep
wanting and waiting for their peaceful little sleep?
This is what I think of when I watch them from above.
It’s not out of hate, but it’s not out of love.
Is it wrong to judge them for not thinking like me?
For being simple enough to not disagree
with what they’ve been told?
They just obey and react,
a story untold.
Maybe I pity them, maybe I don’t.
For now, I’ll just sigh
and leave them alone.
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