Flies remind me
of me
(and others like me)
The fly flies
against the window glass
It is trapped in the room
caged by doors, walls and windows
“Don´t fence me in”
it sings
(but I don´t believe it)
I open the window
Now the fly
is enveloped by
air on three sides
Still the pigheaded fly
flies against the window
the only direction that spells
continued imprisonment
Maybe I misheard
the song
Maybe it was
“Fence me in”.
