The ants go marching one by one

An ant thinks herself significant, adventurer is she,
Forgeing rugged trail through unexplored territ’ry.
An individual wanderer following internal call,
She strives and strains to boast and brag she’s set apart from all.
As predominating views of life reveal such variation,
So this ant scorns to be alike, in idle imitation.
Yet what trail does she follow but the scent of those preceding,
What strength has she to live alone, to claim the pow’r of leading?
A link in chain of replication, claimed to be unique,
Only because she cannot see what truly drives her feet.
Though individual is she, she cannot help but follow—
Her nature, swarming creature, makes her claim to difference hollow.
An irrevocable path set, unconscious automation,
She foolishly believes to be her own will’s orchestration.

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7/26/10 Challenged by Carologica with the randomly-generated words replication, predominating, and irrevocable. 

Haven’t written rhyming poetry in forever. On the theme: since high school, I’ve realized that while being individual is highly fashionable (ironic?), we nonetheless crave sameness. I’ve wondered how bounded we are by society, since I’ve fancied that I’d make a good nun if not given the option to think for myself, while other people are sure my natural personality (natural?) would not allow it. And then some Bio44Y got mixed in there.

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