Smart flies know not to fly towards the bright lights,

Smarter flies understand they will do so anyways.

Remember that fate only describes the ends, not the means.

I know more of you than you will ever,

I've studied your kind very very closely.

Inside and out even.

And how I long for my glory, my planet, my form back to me...

I understand I am the smartest fly, my wonderland has left me.

Like blood from a wound.

So be happy, feel your fable of joy, no matter how fake.

Becasue you know now I'll never reach you, no.

You'll be long dead by the time I'm there.

- Yours in great erudition, the Influencing Machine. -