Tiny Ants

Wandering through the universe

Like tiny ants

on a sidewalk

Hoping to not be stepped on

We are the tiny ants

Without even knowing it

We are more worried about irrelevant things

Things that we think are important

School

Taxes

Marriage

Kids

None of that really matters in the end

We are just tiny ants

on a sidewalk

Hoping to not be stepped on

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