The Stream -- Ant Farm [vol. 2]
DISCLAIMER:: This post is part of an ongoing stream of consciousness series. While each part can be enjoyed as a standalone piece, they will be best experienced when read in order. If you'd like to read from the beginning, the first part can be found here.
* Ant Farm *
is like a hot air balloon..
It swells
and
gives me wings..
but no control.
I am a feather in the wind,
Do unto me as you will..
Make me what you will..
I am clay,
mold me..
I have no identity,
no love,
nothing is real
My mind is an
unwieldy tool,
My body needs
to be honed,
Sharp..
I am a weapon, fierce but with no fire.