Ants
like dominoes we all fall off
ants working the hill run by emotion
entitlement carried in and stacked in reserves
each ant eats half the supply they bring
stash back and work together through this
everyone has a different role
everyone feels like they do more
nobody gets recognition
Pursuit of Purpose
what is life but a collective of mistakes
triumphs even balance out later
we doubt our dreams knocking at the doors of our minds
craving perpetually
despite how it's within our hands
hearts break through our convoluted identities
we keep asking why, when we know
we keep asking who, when we know
we keep asking what, when we know
did you value the goal or the chase?
utopia or the struggle of attaining it
the purpose it gives your life
as if fulfilled is death
in that case, where does purpose derrive
when sought in fruitless trial and error
"i know what I'm not"
our success makes us take straws
hoping we draw the short one
because we're f*****g bored
we've played these games
we've read this book
we've watched this show
we've lived that life
we live to discard the happiness we work for
even developing what we attain
we gradually dissolve our reverence
Monster
i know the goodness and pain
evil and good are just words
describing the surface
look at the monster
let out a scream
run
hide
anything
don't ask yourself why
don't care what keeps them awake at night
he's a monster and nothing more
that's all he's ever been
that's all he's ever known
is what he can't be