Anthills

So many lives lost in the hue
Drifting away in solitude
To me, there is only you
Stuck in this interlude

Gathered men bring death
Losing the dreams that may
Stuck on this fading cometh
Waiting for the final day

Months go by, without a doubt
Mouthless, I ache to shout
‘Free me, and let me be !’

Anthills, wonders of men
Temples, longing heaven
‘Oh, none of this is me !’

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