Bees

Empty and so confused inside,
No one in whom she can confide,
Lacking the one who will show her the path,
She must get herself up and pick up the slack,
She travels the road to find what she’s lost,
To leave her home is quite the steep cost,
This is a quest that could end in her demise,
It’s success Inconceivable like the way a bee flies.

A swarm of workers but no where to go,
Like a truck with a tailgate and nothing to tow,
More confused than the scarecrow who lives with no brain,
Without a leader they’re going insane,
No one to guide them they’re flying so blind,
It’s a prison in which they are forever confined,
It seems that these bees have no reason to live,
Because they lack the one with instructions to give.