The fruit fly exists for one day, but lives a lifetime
Painstakingly, it buzzes from dawn 'til dusk
as if its meaningless existence is a crime

Sunshine spills its rays upon me and I awaken,
to discover I am not a fruit fly
from the reflection in a crystallized lake, I am shaken

Beautiful and elegant are my wings,
Yet a single touch from a human hand
leaves me immobilized and unmoving

I am the monarch,
subdued by the fruit fly's spontaneity and freedom