The Ant

I'm walking barefoot through the stars.
I look down on the earth
I see a magical island, there are no wars

Such little people
They live on a ball of miracles
Everyone is masked by stereotypes

Ready to ask

From all of us


Why are you crawling like ants

The mountains are out of reach for you,

Do you play darts

With your spears, your to-do list

I don't want to be an ant!
And crawl down blind

I am a man, but not a saint.

I'm trying to walk with my mind

Why are you crawling like ants

The mountains are out of reach for you,

Do you play darts

With your spears, your to-do list