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?