The echidna

The echidna never made it
Across the bitumen road
It was left there; for ants to eat
The opposite of while it was alive
Such is life as we live it
Such is the nature of nature
We are born to die
We grow apace; this human race
But how much do we actually live?
Many merely exist...
Only to die
Having never really lived...
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