plodding along

we don't

know what life is truly

like

for bugs,

for small flying creatures,

those on the ground,

meandering

in any direction,

those beneath

a rock

that one there,

dancing 

on your arm.

we don't know what

they're thinking,

what their

goals are, whether

they believe

in God,

do they have a plan,

or are they like us,

just plodding

along.