Standing still in front of an anthill, contemplating, wandering within.
Looking, assessing the tiny things.
Crawling, gnawing a chunk of skin.
Insignificant hurdle to jump over yet a great fear of a million biters,
And the burning consequence after.
Trampling forward playing a god, stirring the fleeing cowards
Or retreat admit defeat forever incomplete?
Hesitant heart, indecisive when the two
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