Do they know how meaningless their actions are,
in the grand scheme of things?
Will they ever learn to understand,
what any of this means?

Do they work so hard,
When they stay apart?
When they can't make time,
to think of art?
When they work in groups,
against all odds,
Do they question where it ends or starts?

Do they know who Leads them,
Guides them, Needs them?
Do they only care for that what feeds them?
Do they know that no one really cares,
Even when thousands and thousands and thousands and thousands of them,
just disappears?

Do they know when that nobody in that corner, puts out bait,
so they would chase it,
did not put it there because they were worried about whether they ate last night or whether they embrace death?
Well, some of them make it.

But do they know if it's their will or if it's their nature,
when they walk a path that they did not pave yet?

Do they know?
Whether it's all a game set up by a nobody in some corner or if it's destiny calling out to them,
so they'd leave their homes and maybe even their children, just to realize trusting destiny was the bigger blunder!

Do the ants know
that they are ants?