Resonance

My moron's heart is lifting;

It languishes for the happiness of here and 

That's the real false to be real and all.

I can understand the hardships of ants and their hops for hopes

To be hopeless although they continue that to obey the worldly ways and all.

I can hear the inheritance subjection in their resonance when they fly with their conditional wings.

All they are happy with their beautiful slavery.