I slosh through wet grass to the chicken coop
Without purpose the angry clouds wander
But me I live in a definite loop
AS i push through the wood door I ponder
A strike of light peeks through a hole, it shines
With a purpose and a definite force
Like the ants who march in military lines
Or a train who never leaves it's course
Suddenly I notice what I'd failed to see
Tiny dust particles that fly and float
The light has made them visible to me
They dance in their own directions and gloat
They are like nomads, wandering and free
A freedom i fear I will never see
