Ants

I keep having this epiphany
Where I realize there's so much I don't see

Even the most genius of us are primitive
Mankind's knowledge only a derivative

Passed down from those before
We continuously ignore
That there is more

Our minds so blind
In view of the grand design

So little that we actually know
We catch only a glimpse of the whole show

Making grand gestures,
Look at us
We make such a fuss

But, as ants are to us
We are thus

We love and we hate
And boast of what we create

We get so lost in our situation
Incapable of perceiving the whole of creation

We speak of manifest destiny
And conquering from sea to sea

Truly this is our curse
We focus on a single verse
And Forget the vastness of the universe