Delicately poised in the center of my palm A fly, its slimy eyes poking out of its head As it scuttled across happily, Seemingly scouting the fleshy terrain. I could crush it in my hand. But this time… I won’t, Not straight away anyways. For even though I hold complete control, Everything Deserves a chance to escape The deathly vice grip of humanity.
Had a pretty good idea on the train today. here it is :}