I sat in a room,
My feet on the wall.
In my white socks
It dug into my heels.
And my eyes felt spacey,
For 5 whole minutes.
I remembered then
How difficult it was
To follow up my thoughts
With any sort of clear conclusion.
A silver fly went past
As sure as a fly could be,
It made its way through the light of the room
And knew where it was going.
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Submission Name: The fly
