The ants on the rock
they have singular purpose
The ants on the rock
no concept of time
The ants on the rock
do not watch me and ponder
The ants on the rock
they chase after food
no discouraging words shared
or bad moods
The ants on the rock
do not fret during slumber
neither burdened or
encumbered with thinking
The ants on the rock
drill forth at their pace
across the shadows of us
at our hurried haste
The ants on the rock
no hearts they possess
to churn and ache
in their black polished chests
The ants on the rock
have no lessons to teach
No mistakes no emotions
no falling in love
no misteps of grandeur
no head over heels
The ants on a rock
seek only a meal.