A lonely ant drifts off to sea.
On a log and analog,
His life is plain.

A lonely ant ponders.
Why he cannot swim,
When on this sea,
He acts by whim.

A lonely ant is confused.
Because an ant
Was never meant be.
Drifting in a sea.

Looking water at his feet,
Sitting, falling off his seat.

A lonely ant imagines:
There is nothing wrong.

Tags: emo poem

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