Like a sweet honey bee to a flower.
Hour after hour
I’m stuck on certain people
That are not so stuck on me.
I wonder and wonder
With all my brain power,
If this is how life will always be.
They say it’s a drag, an unfortunate flaw.
And over and over
I deny that it’s tragedy
But the more it makes me sour,
The more I start to see
The truth and the sadness in my own reality.
