there is a fly
buzz buzzing about
a tiny little pest
that is certain
everything in the world
belongs to it

unaware of
the momentary nature
in which
even a sovereign monarch
reigns

as it explores
this new land
i bemoan each second
spent without
her in my arms

the fly is unconcerned
with the petty
complaints of peasants
and i envy it
the bliss of ignorance