Stagnant air fills the room,
I breathe in and out slowly,
The wind of my breath is not enough to carry wings,
But then it happens,
Buzzzzzzzz,
I see the speck of insectly flight,
An impossible conunmdrum of physicality,
My eyes glare intently at the creature which stands at the epitome of annoyance,
Even Ghandi would've only given it three chances before certain death,
And it is salty death that the fly does seek,
Buzzzzzzzz,
It inches closer,
I inhale and blow it away allowing it to recognize my dominance,
And yet fearless it is drawn to death,
The release of the self into the spiritual realm,
In which it can thrive,
Oh silly silly fly,
Do you really really want to die,
After so long that you have survived,
And it is your death that i have denied,
So if i grab a newspaper don't say i didn't try,
Because in my room there shouldn't be flies.