Miss Arachnid
Curls her fingers in delight
My wings are splayed
There is a guide-book somewhere
Of this game that's to be played
But here am I
The lowly fly
With no eyes to see the rules
Can only hear the free ones
Buzzing contentedly by
Author notes
Pretty much how I feel right now. Caught in the straight-jacket of society. Monotony. Where dreams are dreams and life is life.
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