The ways of an ant

I don’t want to be an ant

Neither do I want to be an ant talking to a branch

Unable to communicate back

Walking from place to place

Plugged in and plugged out

To an electric guitar or some profound blues

Passing people by like ants do

To school

To work

To anywhere

The people all pass by

Blurred and foggy

I cannot see faces

Like ants moving to their own

Single-slotted-pre determined place

I don’t want to be an ant

I want to be seen

I want to be heard

I want to be felt

I don’t want to be discounted

As ants are

When I go to each place that I go

From school to work and back home again

An uninterrupted schedule

I want it to be disturbed interrupted

Distract me

Send me on a detour

I am so tired of living in the ways ants do