Kingdom of Predators

In every age the human plight unfurls

Linking the poles of night and day.

Ants in a Ant Mill.

Our lifespan too short for wisdom’s full embrace, yet too long to toil away towards proliferation.

We succumb to our desires, seeking fleeting release, perhaps an escape.

Most are lost, navigating the darkness.

Longing for peace.

Amidst all this chaos, meaning stares directly at our face.

While we chase an elusive race.

Ants in a Ant Mill.

Echoes of beauty,

Beneath our broken wings.