Dream Small

Dream Small

by Penn N. Teller

Eyes creak open

And bones complain

Once we rise from slumber

And stare at the rain

An ant suffers

With every raindrop

Their kingdom will topple

Yet their work never stops

Whereas our houses

Are not made of sand

They weather this storm

And will surely stand

But the day is long

And the world is unfair

And your eyes are heavy

Why even care?

Ants smaller than you in size

Whom we look down upon

Will not look up to someone

Whose zeal is all gone

Only awake in body

A listless man is he

Always asleep in spirit

He will never see

How can this possibly be?

Why bring this upon yourself?

You are worth something

No matter your wealth

Life is an uphill battle

Hills to ants are homes

They cannot linger forever

Inside soil domes

They must gather food

And feed the colony

What does that mean

For you and me?

Those in this little world

Have a need for you

Hold onto your dream

And it will come true

Written by Penn N. Teller, a 17 year old interested in the arts.