* Ant Farm *

I sail
on a cloud
looking down,
observing life from afar..

How nice it is,
to float by,
unnoticed..
..unaccompanied..

There is no
responsibility,
just wind..
in my hair.

The Earth looks like
a patchwork Quilt.
Fields woven-together
by dirt roads.

The World is
an ant farm,
trapped in glass.

We are all
under sand,
so..
we burrow..

Making intricate pathways..
a maze..
of our lives..

Even if
we reach the top..
there is still

no escape..

src

This is Part One of a stream of consciousness writing series. Part Two can be found here. Comments, critiques, opinions are welcome in the comments... I hope you are looking forward to the continuation of this series.

Until Then...