Like an ant I wander the earth
step by step
I move like the rest
different yet the same

aware of my surroundings
yet hopelessly unaware
of what truly is
always in search of answers

Answers to questions
I cant even put into words
thoughts so uniquely profound
I don't even know what I'm thinking

Drown my thoughts
with thoughts less discerning
thoughts of games and joy
thoughts of seemingly pressing matters

only to be temporarily satisfied
to only be found at night
tossing in bed
restless from my hidden ideas

our vast knowledge feeding
everyone in sight
but continuing to leave me famished
starving for more

why? why why why?
do I really have to die to know?
can He not whisper down
ease my mind

Why?