Ant Lines

My world, my world,
My separate world,
Not your world at all.
 
Lines unseen,
No, nonexistent,
Between the many beings.
 
That is which you might understand,
The rules, the laws, the physics,
That which goes and that which hindered,
Between ever confusing lines.
 
I don’t see the reasons thus,
That makes sense to build these lines.
These fragile, fragile lines.
Broken as the way goes by,
Lines that sunder and splinter.
 
Will this fragment of my thought,
Be enough to explain my distraught,
All these lessons that,
 Undermanned,
That to which I would be reprimand.
 
Maybe future times will tell,
With life, and love, and merry,
But until that joyous day,
I’ll just have to stop and say,
Let this hive go on.

 

ISA