You cringe and flee
I stamp you out
I am your end
You are done

You feared
but never knew

I will also cringe
and hope to flee
but never know
if I did not

Wait though
we are different
You ant have no voice
and therefore no dreams
of desired immortality

I am the captive
of that Immortality
for it has become reality
with no ending of my life
ever to be known.

So happy ant
with no tomorrow

And happy me
with no escape from life
relishing what I like
and even delighting
in hating what I don’t
I am joyfully held
in reality’s thrall

ironically
unarguably
forever !

Thought provoking.

k !

Nice poem .