The clock on the wall beats swiftly
Time, in my hand, conforms
Bees huddle around me
Hundreds of them towards me swarm

A cage they create for no one
Consuming all air to which I breath
Combusting warmth with lack of oxygen
Cutting off lungs but preventing my skin to freeze

They hold on enough so I won't die
They break away for a slight gasp of air
I should try to run away from them
But set myself up for death, I wouldn't dare

Something's in life you have to live without
And others you get too much of
But what if the world stopped giving in excess
No more presents of friendship or love

You would be left with little more than air
Just enough so you can breath, but not too much
Because you'd take it all in, take it for granted
It would turn from something you need to live, to lust

But the benefit of the doubt is ours
As the bees swarm around without a sound
We just swat at them never thinking twice
And untouched the fly down to the ground

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