If you ask me how I am I'll say fine,
even though I feel like I'm losing my mind.

My life is like a meadow with a dipping sunset behind it,
with flowers and birds and trees, and as I run through it
trying to grasp the beauty all around I close my eyes to blink
for one second of tranquility and I fall to the ground.

A wall has replaced where care should be. The world keeps spinning
and I keep moving through its daily notions when all the while I feel like nothing
more than an ant caring too many crumbs, and although the ant cries for help
no one can hear him -- he is too small to mean something.

People put crumbs on the ant, assuming that it can take it. Everyone should feed
ants. It's charity work. Let's all be nice, let's all pretend it is all okay.

Feed the ant more and more, ignore how it is slowing down with every
footstep. What seems a mere crumb to you, another mere comment added to
the pool of them, is a mountain of weight manifesting its way through the mind. A crumb is another thought for the night. Don't worry about the ant; he will take it with a smile on his
face to hide his pain. But he will drop them all in the night, when he runs into the wall
of destiny that greets his accomplishments and crushes them. He will always
be a slave, he will never have a rest.

My life has become a wall, and I am the ant.