To me all is clear, in life we all are just like the little fry
No regards what so ever is given to the fly
But little do we all know that this fly could save a life someday.
Where do we see the fly in your life? 
You wave off a gentle fly to embrace the arms of wolves,
Certainly you would not stay long in the arms of the wolf,
You can’t find what you seek in the wolves,
Only in the mere fly would you find what you seek 
Your destiny lies in the wolves if you give it to them
But those who have looked at the fly,
Have never had course to fear,
Though we appear small on the outside,
All who trusts in all never stumble. 
In this life so simple as it is,
But is made so difficult to understand,
The fly you reject in your life today would be
The king in another’s life.
The candlelight is blown in all directions. 

 
© jarretta77