Thursday, September 28, 2017

The lost Ant

He is impatient
With each passing moment
The scent is fading away
He must hurry
Or live alone
All his life he has never been alone
And now can he?
Can he find himself a reason?
A reason to live?
So he must hurry
Or he will be all alone
With each dwindling moment
He finds it hard
Hard to see
He must have lost his senses
He don't have time
With each fading rays
Comes an uncertainty
Uncertainty of his fate
Now he must toil harder
Or he will have to make it all alone
And the question is, can he?