Ants marching one by one under the blistering midday sun
One following the other, content is each behind the other
Going down their present path, plain and simple and flat
They keep on marching not knowing where or for what reason they're going
They just keep on going, hoping that the one who made the path was knowing
Witch ever way he was going, and the purpose they too hoped he was knowing
So they just marched slowly, contently going down their long path never knowing
Who was leading or where they were going
They just marched contently, slowly
Blindly following the other, contently one behind the other
Ignorant and unknowing that the path they're on will always keep going
Because one behind the other in a circle they are going
Now you must think these ants stupid for not knowing
witch way or for what reason they were going
But before you place yourself above these ants
Take a look around and try to wonder
If you're not in a circle following another
Blindly going around and around not knowing
That ever step you take is in a rut that keeps growing...