The Story of Tim: The Solitary Ant

This is the story of Tim,

The solitary ant.

He feel so alone and different.

The others march off, they look so tall

He feels so alone and oh so small.

He was born with a different mind,

No others like him that he could find.

He wanders through the empty hive,

How does he know he’s still alive?

The tunnels are empty and the hive is cold,

For one so young, he often feels so old.

He watches the larva as they play,

With no thoughts or worry’s of the day.

Sometimes he wonders why he tries,

Would the hive even notice if he died?

He is the only, lonely ant.

A species that can, and he just can’t.

In the middle of a swarm, he feels alone.

When he was little, and now that he’s grown.

What is the price of identity?

The lack of a hive mind’s serenity.

He can’t help but notice there’s something wrong,

The other’s don’t worry about where they belong.

If you’re looking for a happy way this ends,

I’m sorry to disappoint you my friend.

This is the story of Tim,

The solitary ant.

He still feels alone and different.

He’s still the only one of his kind,

And he wanders the hive with a solitary mind.