The Flying Fly

 The fly flies in such a random flight,
flying in the room
in spider web designs
deciding the wall seems appropriate
to land on,
but how does the fly know
how to fly ?

He must fly,
because he is a fly,
his name gives him meaning,
purpose.

I find it strange,
he has so many eyes,
this fly,
flying in the room,
landing still
on the far wall like a fly
would; cliche.

If I was a fly
with all of my eyes
I could see much more
than the dull room I am in.

The world would seem
a billion times bigger
than my old human existence,
as I buzzed in the air
flying as a fly.

My mutant eyes
blinking
in a kaleidoscope scene,
as I landed on the poet’s writing book
to see why he writes about the fly
who flies in the room
trying to understand why
he has to fly.