Destiny cast me as a bee in an ant's colony,
eluding the hands of time, dark clouds still follow me;
blurred visions of wings, the scent of honey, my hive;
yearning to be set free, longing to feel alive.
I close my eyes and stare into the abyss,
leaping from one ledge to another, hoping not to miss,
but i slip, then i'm falling, time rushes by,
space closes in, suffocation, death stares me in the eye-
-then nothing; no sounds, no fear, no meaning;
just a bee missing his hive, all alone, dreaming.
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