There’s this fly trying to get out How ugly it is, flying around trying to get out It doesn’t know where to go How it got here Where it should go Where it should stay What it is Why it is It’s just trying to get out And the more…
Distances shrink, minds wander still, in the heavy marsh we wait For what? We do not know, we do not care As long as there is sugar pie at the end Something to warm our stomachs, from waiting so long and thinking so little
WritingbyJordan 