Numbered

She’s paranoid, said the ant

Watching the fly bristling in the net

She’s paranoid because we are here

Said the other ant

And I cannot see a spider, can you?

The net is sticky, but it’s just taking time

Until the wind shall set her free

While the fly still bristled in the net

She’s paranoid, said the ant

Because you cannot fly if the world wants you

To follow the trail of others

Besides, said the ant to itself,

Your days are numbered anyway