I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities
Except for all the atrocities
She watched, she waited. Someone stirred beyond the window again, likely taking in the ducks, and it took a modicum of control for her to keep it together. Something to laugh about later, in the comforts of her home. For now, she needed to maintain a semblance of intangibility.
One last show then – when everything fell to notebooks and frantic writing. Cupping her hands together, she leaned out over the side again, only dangling so much as to ensure the voice echoed. “BOOLIEVE IN YOURSELF,” booming from the rafters, made purposefully deep and stark and potent. And maybe motivational? “GOODBYE AND GOOD LUCK.” With what – who knew – but the Honeybee thought she’d done some fine work. Probably some places to add in other modes – room for growth and all that.
Then she rose to scurry away, back down the roof from whence she came.
One last show then – when everything fell to notebooks and frantic writing. Cupping her hands together, she leaned out over the side again, only dangling so much as to ensure the voice echoed. “BOOLIEVE IN YOURSELF,” booming from the rafters, made purposefully deep and stark and potent. And maybe motivational? “GOODBYE AND GOOD LUCK.” With what – who knew – but the Honeybee thought she’d done some fine work. Probably some places to add in other modes – room for growth and all that.
Then she rose to scurry away, back down the roof from whence she came.
the honeybee
Besides that
I'm innocent
I'm innocent
