Focused on a task, more dead than alive,
Lost in spreadsheets, like a bee in a hive,
Conforming to society, I'm a cog, that's my role,
To make honey for my Queen, is that my goal?
Immersed in my comb, I'm buzzing with life,
Just made a beautiful Prezi, making that was a prize.
I venture far and wide, looking for flowers and foes,
Cross pollinating one, while stinging the other's toes.
When I want to control, all becomes mechanical and dead,
The honeycomb gets fragmented, a means for my bread.
When I open to the world, I appreciate the bee dance,
I want to wander like they do, and give life a chance.
If you put me in a box, I''ll give you honey like a bee,
But if you want to see me dancing - just let me be.
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