À LA UNE
So much frenzy, running about, each with a goal, a distinct aim
Ant-like creatures, blind energy, others like bees, flower-crazy
None of them knows what others feel, selfish cravings lost in the crowd
Crisscrossing steps, all directions, buzzing voices teasing the air
But in the end they will all meet, death will erase all distinctions
The urgency, the frantic rush will but collapse into silence...
What can we do, but try and try, tiny insects lost in a maze...
Praised be the race which so thrives on, when they all sense their condition!
Yves Godeau 22 novembre 2014 01:51