Thinking about me?
I am under your shoe as we speak
When I leave this world do not look for me
I will be there in the dust;
If you must
Try not to think of me
When you are at the rivers edge
I am there as well
Along with your forebearers
In the streets of Bombay
On top of the head of the Sacred Cow
When its tail swats at the flies
You will well remember me
I am the fly who always gets away
The others who have fallen
Are novices at what I do
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
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