KINGS OF NOTHING

They must try to see everything

With their eyes stretching in all directions

Is that why they see nothing

Running towards the light 

When really it’s their plight

Running into the glass

Running into the mesh 

Tearing their flesh

Lost in their way 

Chasing tails

To find the Outside

At least that’s what I remember 

About Being a fly 

In my past life 

One flight away from death

Judy sits quietly on the mesh, as content as they go. Judy just sits and thinks. Judy isn’t in a rush to get to the outside. She knows she gotta go someday. Someday. Someday on a Sunday. She will fly to her highest heights and not burn her wings like she used to .