Just Be

New story like old,
Not seen, not heard, why be here?
No reason, really.

No meaning, ok,
Just a life like little ants,
Carrying our load.

But the ants do good,
Even when they just move earth,
They aerate the soil.

As they live, they give,
Not their goal but just the facts,
Some will crush them, dead!

Such is life today,
Just by staying here, breathing,
As I live, I give.

I do not know how,
But it’s not my job to know,
Just to live in now.

Good! I like to know,
That there is a purpose here,
I can just sail through.

That is good to know,
Pressure gone, just be an ant,
Do your thing, you’re good.