[EN] The Fly

And it can't find it's way out

Crawling here and there not getting anywhere,

I can feel it panicking now

As it follows a bundle of nerve fibres

Down the temporal lobe to my spinal cord

Backs up to the pituitary gland,

Flees to the forebrain, turns again

I can feel each footstep like a punch,

My eyes explode with pain

As it makes it's way up my optic track

Then pauses and turns again

It probes my Hypotalamus,

Blunders 'round my Cranium

From the tectum to the Tegmentum

Stretches it's wings, then turns again

Until it reaches the control centre,

That tells me that I'm me

It burrows into my synapses,

Rests a while and then it starts to feed