It is me, Mike! You remember me? I’ve been reincarnated. Looks like this is what happens to us flies. Would be a bit depressing otherwise, wouldn’t it? Now I’ve got many lives to live to the max!
You know, when the burden of a limited lifetime is lifted, you feel so much better. You can fly around, left and right, up, down. Against the wall. Who cares! What am I gonna do, die?
I remember last time I was in your sad little bedroom. Sorry, that was uncalled for. But once you taste eternal life, everything else with such a limited view is a bit depressing.
(Who knew that flies were arrogant?)
So you’re watching me, finding the little crevice you left for air. But instead of the breeze coming into your room, it is me! Mike! And I’ll be buzzing the hell out of you. Just to remind you I am here.
And you thought you had built me a prison? Thinking, why can’t this idiotic fly just escape from here? Oh you fool, you didn’t even understand. You’re out of your depth, lying there all confident and all. You couldn’t even catch me if you wanted. I am living a thousand lives in the speed of light.
You are slow motion to me. Physically, spiritually, intellectually.
And now, for my greatest trick. Bye bye, harakiri I’ll head into the window. One last time. For this life.
I’ll see you next week.
I am already buzzing.