I’m like a bunch of idiots
That are brought together
But none of them stick together
Because they’re also the idiots
Who like to wander.
It’s hard to convince me
But I go with the flow.
Guiding me would be of no use
Because I say ‘Yes!’ to whatever
Try telling stories to a three-year-old.
You’d then understand
What I actually mean.
I didn’t intend to examine you
But I feel like I’m attracted to things
And that’s not my fault.
I’m just a speck of dust
That gets inside one of your eyes.
Well, I’m unable to see it.