Possessing the knowledge of an ant,

As I walk through the labyrinth of life.

Unlike an ant, I have not their sense,

Or ability to circumnavigate an obsticle.

I do my best, in a confused state,

That seems to be my habitat.

Failing to read the signs of guidance,

As I speed along my merry way.

There is no radar I can check,

To keep me on the straight and narrow.

An ant has keener instincts than I,

And knows not frustation in life.

How can I say I possess

The knowledge an ant was given?

Seems ludicrous to aspire

To the heights an ant has gained.