Dead Bee

Nothing like being a bee. On the floor. Of someones room, Camouflaging with the color of the carpet. So no one will know. You did your job, you lived your life. To Wind up dead, for no one to know, no one to care. Everything, seems like despair. Yet how great would it feel to have no worries. no need at all. Just routine, you can never fall. Your independent from the start, to die alone, without a thought.

Nothing like being a bee. On the floor. of someone Else's floor. Camouflaging with the carpet. To be sucked up by the Vacuum. How good would it feel to live and die. Alone. No one to tell you it's wrong. No one to tell you it's right. You just do what you do, no meaning in life. It may be inhumane, but only cause that's how we made it seem.

We could learn a thing or two. From this bee on my floor. Camouflaging with my carpet. How good would it be to just, well you know, be.?.