Great dreams.
But you’re just a small wight,
Little ant.

Metaphor.
Every crumb you lift is a metaphor.
The thoughts we keep in silence are our meta force.
All the minutiae we missed before are- metaphors.

I was looking for my path.
Doubtful mess and the veils are in the past.

Ants run in you, my head

Be confident.
Too many days are wasted to be someone else.
The only thing standing between you and yourself
Is a little ant that you missed before.
Metaphor.

Ants run in you, my head