I am the spy, the fly upon your wall
Aromas of meals surround my distaste
And words exchanged here don't mix well at all
with flavors from where I originate
Where is the warm light? In darkness how can
You create new dreams or search for your home
This can't be your resting place, though I am
Just a fly in this rooom, and will be gone
After tomorrow, when I've seen too much
I'll vanish into my chaotic mind
Where images seem doubled, harsh and rough
And explanations never have their time;
You sit there in your peace so quietly
Wishing you were anywhere close to me
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