I Made A Lot Of Mistakes

Jun 29, 2005 00:42

Sleepy eyed while the soldier marches on
Across the endless stretches of treated wood
The enormous structures that block its path
The objects taken for granted by my own eyes
Made spectacle by its miniature senses

The tickle brought by its tiny steps
As it makes its way along my arm
Releases my eyes from weighty dreams
Focuses my attention on its determined path
Is it running scared, or running late?

I've killed its kin countless times
Without so much as a glance,
I've sent his bretheren to a gruesome end
And yet it fearlessly tresspasses across my skin
Undisturbed by my killer nature

Is it aware
Of my sins?
Is it aware
Of my regret?

Its small black body has not the capacity to forgive
Nor the intellect to forget (A drone without memory)
Its antennae do not tell it to mourn
Only to work
Its feet do not carry it to a funeral
Only to food

A life without Pain, without Sorrow

Oh how I loved that ant
Before I crushed its fragile form
Between the soft ends of my fingers
To send it on its way
To be unmourned
Unremembered
Un...

väyur anilam amåtam
athedaà bhasmäntaà çaréram
oà krato smara kåtaà smara
krato smara kåtaà smara
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