The ants hurry on, oblivious
to what has come before.
Their single-minded attitude
belies their seemed intelligence.
I watch them from the sidelines
looking for a knowing spark.
A glance, a wink, to let me
know that they're with me, I'm not alone.
Rarely when that glint appears,
At Last! a kindred soul that knows.
Someone else, their past revealed.
A soul not blind, but fully whole.
It's an excellent look at some of the mindless drones that appear to wander around us. You captured the "head down, oblivious" part of life.
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