Bees don't know they are here
they don't stare at their reflections
panic-stricken that they are breathing
or
wondering what will happen if they forget
i wish i didn't know that the future
becomes the present
or that my demons would plot
my life's trajectory
bee's don't have to run
from the past
or scream out
wondering why something
that doesn't exist
can't disappear
they can be or not be
i wish they were i and i were them
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