we are nothing but ants

i'm driving,

and driving and driving,

and driving.

there is so much traffic,

so much

construction,

so many accidents

and detours.

orange

barriers and cones,

men in green

jackets

waving us along.

from high above

we are mere ants

crawling our way to work

then back home.

education doesn't matter,

the color of our

skin,

our faith,

our DNA, who we know

or where

we've been.

none of it matters,

we're nothing but ants

dying slowly

until it all ends.