Gruesome death trap for flies upon the roof
Bright light shining in dull and boring room
Four of them, altogether ample proof
That light cannot always dispel the gloom.
I went towards the light and I got trapped,
But it was such a pretty place to be,
Yet though I crawled and crawled and flipped and flapped
There was no exit there that I could see.
And all the light and brightness that I sought
And all the joys and fun I run towards
They all amount to little less than nought
Or sedatives to trap the million hordes.
I am a fly that's trapped inside a light
And cannot leave no matter how I fight.
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