Dust

An anthill
And you think you are
The Queen Bee
If you only knew that
They keep walking

While you mind-fly so high
You think
You are the only one left
In this sea made of milk

And you've had the chances that they had
Just made different choices

You're nothing more than dust
An illusion, a sweet curse
You think your soul's painted in gold
But you're not the only one

So rare all these moments of clarity
When you know where you are
Why are you so brainless to think?

You are the only One left
In this sea made of milk
You've had more chances than they had
Just got lost in the choices