Stuck Indoors

Stuck Indoors

I think I might just be a honey bee

Who has flown in through the open window, free

Now I find myself in an entirely different world

Flying and buzzing around, searching for something familiar, swirls

Searching for pollen, searching for water

But there is none of that here

Only expensive furniture and carpet and stone and slaughter

As on and on my unseen wings do drone

I am running out of energy seeking for home

I am running out of sustenance

I cannot find the escape

Maybe it is where I first began this journey, behind the dark capes

If I can only find my way back to the sunshine 

K, Duane Carter 3/18/15