The Knot

The walls rise high above, the tension palpable. Before me lies my goal, the reason for my existence, what I must do in order to survive. I remember to focus, before I lose sight of my reason for being here. As I progress towards to center, I think of all those who are counting on me, all those who cheer for me in their own way, and of course my family. If everything goes right, I can play a key role in furthering their amibitions today. The ground is rough. I must consider my moves as I approach. One false step and I will face a great fall. One, two, three steps, slowly but steady, I follow the path that has been laid out for me. As I reach the end, I feel all around me, allowing my senses to take in the surroundings. The liquid before me appears almost jewel-like. I find that as I take it, it coalesces around my mandibles and I find it easier to carry. Slowly, I continue along the densly trodden path back to my colony, back to my home and to my queen. As I leave the knot, I realize I will return some day, but when that may be is something I shall only know on that day.

Inflated Dreams

I love to drink, I love to sleep, and maybe just maybe I’m in too deep,

But try as I may, and I try as I might, I just can’t seem to turn out this light, Rolling and counting and falling and lying I find that I’ve given to merrily crying

What grace I seek, comes with a short leak And off to bed with sweet vision to reap