I don’t know what’s going on!
& I don't know why—
I'm buzzing like a bee,
wings frantic,
and no one gives a f~ck.

I don’t know what’s going on!
& I don't know why—
I'm singing like a canary,
caged criminally,
a melodious chirp misspent on deaf ears.
Seriously, no one gives a dammn f~ck.

I don’t know what’s really going on!
& I don't know why—
I'm writing philosophy,
However unaware of my own life's philosophy.

Broken wings,
no longer able to fly high.

Dazed, befuddled by the actors around me—

Sometimes,
I wonder...
Am I a bee, a canary,
dreaming of being human?
Or a human,
dreaming of being a bee & a canary,

flapping, buzzing,
singing in a language
no human will ever understand?