with legs

we're just paths.
that's all we are,

and we're also
like headless ants
running around on busy streets.
sometimes,
usually always,
we run into other headless
ants
in our tiny section of the street.

sometimes we like them.
sometimes we tolerate them
and other times we detest
the presence of some of these
other headless ants.

then

after a while
or
after a long while
or even just for a minute
we run along being paths
and headless ants,
and we repeat
and continue.