Sunday, November 10, 2013

Back in the Day

Sometimes i wonder,
why the ants decided
to be ants at all.

Its a mindless thing
to think

of all that was my microcosm
to livein-liveout a tiny globe

hurry burry spoils the curry
its a funny thing not to regret.

It was the making of me :)

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