Vision

Vision

A Poem by Chloe

A fly on the wall.

It can see everything.

With all those angles,

Isn’t it hard?

Everything it sees,

A movie in their mind.

A baby’s first steps,

To an elder’s last,

They see it all.

Life is their entertainment.

That means,

All of our lives must mean something,

If a fly watches it.

Because it could be anywhere else,

As a fly on the wall.

 

© 2008 Chloe


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Added on September 27, 2008