Jarring Fly

Flitting around, spitting out offensive poison
Showing off your grotesque body - why do you interfere?

You pretend to understand as you take my freedom
Falling down into the depths and losing your "self"...

Jarring fly "vanish"
I'm at my wits' end, wandering lost

I don't know where to return to
Where was I before here?
"Words" and "resentment" disappear together

I picked up small, warm pieces of dirt
In the faded rubble

Jarring fly "vanish"
I'm at my wits' end, wandering lost

Even if I don't know where to return to
I can hold up the fragments in my hand
And build a little something between "words" and "hope"