The fly

I am this fly

trapped in a jam jar.

I can see where I want to be

and buzz manically to get there,

but hit instead, an invisible wall.

Again and again and again.

Starved of oxygen I start to flail,

wings beat but no movement is made.

Then the lid gently opens –

just enough to replenish the air

before re-sealing my fate

to see, and travel to a place beyond reach.