To Be an Ant

Scurrying from place to place,
Needing just an inch of space;
Tunneling beneath the earth
On paths that lead to death from birth.

Working quickly for the queen;
Not much rest in that routine.
Instinct triggers what's innate -
Desire to cooperate.

Drawn to crumbs like moths to flame;
Don't feel pride or mirth or shame.
Life consists of treks for food;
Never time for fits of mood.

Imagine living as an ant -
I, for one, just simply can't!