i see myself as an annoying fly,
waiting for the right moment to land on a pie.
the clock tower never ticked our time,
ever since then, both times never rhymed.
foreign conclusions came to me,
"how come you never see?"
all the things i intended to be,
i was never a buzzing bee.
will time ever tell?
when will i hear an honest "farewell"
i don't think i'll get it to dispell,
all the sparks i've wanted to sell.
i tend to seek for metaphors,
although yours were ordinary words.
it's saddening to see water flow,
at the garden i never intended to grow.
- remy
