Maybe I’m the fly in the honey
Drenched in its sweetness
Intoxicated by its power
Unable to pull myself free
Maybe I’m the honey
The golden sheen adorning my body
Made to change every other flavour
To the one that’s mine
Maybe I’m the bottle that holds the honey
That keeps it safe and collected
That is otherwise useless
But just so essential
Maybe I’m the man who tastes the honey,
Loves it for what it is,
Comprehends its utility
And loves to see it drip to make the most tantalizing platter of all
Question existing – Which one of these are you?
nice blog…keep rocking
wonderful poetry ….
i really got no idea what i am … but that’s pretty commonplace i guess.
what i’d like to be most … even that i’m not sure of. but then, i think being either the honey or the fly is what i’d want.
again all the uncertainty is also pretty exciting, trying to rediscover yourself and all around.
i already loved it very very much !!!!