When you're sitting
two grids away from being able to
enter your home,
getting cold and looking

ants walking
up and down your way,
forward and back again and again,
you realize everything.

All the important.

When you see three butterflies flying and
blindly going down
toward the light that will burn them...
At that point you know you are nothing.

Nothing important.

You are alone.

The butterflies were three and they went together.
The ants walked as one.
And you are nothing because you are alone.

And nobody cares.