Fly-strip Graveyard

There's not a care in the world-

no worry, no sorrow.

You're soaring through life

on an hourglass of time that is borrowed.

You land for one minute, confident that you're safe,

and then, you're right where you're supposed to be.

You're stuck.

You're stuck.

They're staring at you, and now

you're dying.

You're dead.

Good bye.