Personality,
Is a fly
Buzz buzz buzzing in your ears
Just out of reach it
Drops down onto you food
Toying with your mind, it plays with the fears
Not knowing, nothing, you’ll be that fly,
With it’s little eyes,
Each one functioning on a level
Far different from our own.
“I’m going to swat that fly! ” you’ll say,
not knowing that you’re becoming the fly,
annoying yourself,
and Buzz buzz buzzing to be dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What could I be thinking.? Ha I am amused-