working ants

I am not a working ant

or a kind of robot

there is a humane sense of being within

which is ignored by the ones who settle

with just what they have in hands

not desiring, not aiming, not planning something a little higher 

away from all of those patterns

so they end up losing their essence

or even never having the pleasure to meet 

the result of all this burning in and out

is a disease

and we are all, few by few, being infected 

a lot imploding and some exploding wrongly

never learned to have consciousness

to analize their mistakes by the core

or to see beyond what there is in front of them

like too many repeated numbers giving answers

to much of the prayers so yelled

and what there is here to make worth the time spent all the way?

to expect only until the line of the limit

the ending seems very much near than a change 

and we are all, few by few, going mad

unless we see ourselves truly

and the another

with attention, not excuses, nor judgements 

nevertheless, we are all mad in some aspect already

the trick is to embrace for what we are

instead of running away in dread

a step in other direction sometimes can make all the difference

the fever can calm once there is a more humane sense in more hearts

or want you to find loss in the place of self?

working ants, 

working machines, 

working fools whose think they are made of steel

you are going no where like this