I don’t like the ant
Or that is to say
There is something about them I don’t like
They are unthinking
They lay chemicals at dawn
And don’t stop searching until night is strong
They are unthinking
Moving unmercifully
The hive mind their meaning that I despise
Something about them
This ant will never know freedom
In nature
This worker ant both night and day
In nature
Being for the benefit of the queen
There is no laughter
Not in the cities
Not in the sprawling farms and endless roads
There is no laughter
Just hands hardened by toil
On cast iron tools and heavy machines
I don’t like the ant
They are unthinking
They searching blindy restless legs forever seek
With no imigination
The ant is just a slave
A slave who doesn’t want freedom

They are unthinking

The ant will never know laughter
In nature
The ant is just a reminder
In nature

I've lost my way more than just a couple times
But I've never been caught committing any foolish crimes
I've felt weak, I've felt alone, with my life I've tried to squeeze the lime
To my surprise this has happened more than just one time
Dont think theres anymore harm left that I can do
I sit alone to watch the moon and write the troubles of my crowded mind
I think I prefer this rather than something of some ****** kind
There's something about this soothe that I'm addicted to
Imigination let's my words form a thrilling rhyme
In this world there's just nothing I cant do
I reach out to the hands that no one else can see
I drink the potions which set my ****** soul at a peaceful ease
My laser eyes shoot the demons reaching out to grab at me
I hear the voices counting saying something like come back to me
Snapping back from hypnosis on the count of three
My eyes open to face the bland sight of reality