- The Working Ants
My mind is challenged by the chatter of the ants,
they scurry around in search of their master,
perturbing me and driving me mad.
They use their special communication forms,
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- The Eternal Battlefield
My strength is fading away,
my will waning each day,
while I long for peace of mind.
Time is wasting, the precious seconds ticking,
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- The Trapped Mind
Oh, the ache and pain I feel,
back on this hard wooden chair I reel,
reflecting on wasted opportunities of my day,
thinking how I could have made my masters proud.
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