WRITING & POETRY
Plane Ride
Looking down at a world of Ants
Running, searching, crying, laughing
All have different jobs
All lead to the colony
A water droplet breaks in front of one
it goes around it
None question, None change
For if there is change there is risk of no purpose
In the world of the flying strangers
My thoughts are interupted by the speaker
Descending, thinking, still, shrinking
Ants transforming into humans
"Its" turing into names
Details being seen
Purposes being lost
Outside
Inside
Lost ...Lost
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7/31/05