workerant

in the hot part of the jungle lives a different sort of beast
never yet discovered unknown to say the least,
well, he lives in tight confusion with his hazy shattered soul
his troubled mind is sad inside a fragile crystal bowl,
shunning those around him behind a mirrored gate
he knows it still might open but but not how long to wait,
he lives for one thing only on this the facts are clear
the meaning of his mission is just eternal fear,
living with either, else, the must do, and the hurry
creates a case of helplessness and causes undo worry.