You’re no Fun Anymore

“You’re no fun anymore, you clip my wings,” 
Three days squirming like a fish inside a bowl with no water. 
You’re like a bunch of raw nerves, reaching out, reaching out, 
Lashing out at anyone that arrives inside the hive. 
A swarm of thoughts arise, disperse and wander. 
I perched contended on your edge,  
Now I cling to the ledge. 
This is no tall building with tall tales, 
Watch me dissolve, not with angry steps, into a distance.