As I sat and pondered, I looked at the ant and wondered;
About you feeling lost,
Could you be lost inside?
Could you feel such a deep divide?
I wonder why being lost inside, I considered something to hide,
or put aside and over-glide as I simply live beside,
A feeling so deep and true, a feeling of a consuming hue
Seeing my life more like the ant, reaching out, lending more of a hand
Could I simply move on through, by going out and helping a few?
When I cannot answer deep within,
Do I go out and give again?
Is it sometimes not about me-
despite feeling this empty?
Can helping become an exemption?
Can I find myself in another’s reflection?
Can I find myself in the simplicity of an ant?