A melody sings in my ear when the sun
has tucked most in it's blanket
Some stay still a wake, some is me
At night when thoughts can untangle
Themselves and body's can sink into
Whatever comfort provides and
At day light when walking down the hill
past the gastaion and everything else
Curiosity wants to peak in more so to
wonder what each lives these being, of
an Ant living in a world so big that we
look like spectacles of tiny dirt under
A magnifying glass,
Customers they complain sometimes in
the shop where I work behind a counter
I've heard the complaint many times
Each time I agree
Each time it gets tiring
The only option is to grab said owner by
its tail and find solution to the problem
But that would cause more problems
and little servings little
acknowledgement that's already
acknowledged but ignored,
Eyes see the problem like an elephant in
the room but choose to ignore it,
We do that alot.
-ashespoetry
