On Wasting Time
Time Flies
I am still the same fly
Flying around my sorrow
I am the lost fly
Searching for a lay
Somewhere to belong
Somewhere I could call home
I am the fly
Who gets up in the morning
and repeats what I do
Staring blankly on the ceiling
I am the fly
Who fly just around the box
Afraid of what's outside the box
I am the fly
I have functional wings
but always afraid to travel
I am the fly
Who does nothing but buzzing
I am the fly
Who keeps wishing to escape
but paralyzed
Here I am
The broken fly.
Wow, very original