Catch me

men are like fly paper and I the fly; seemingly flying with no direction or ambition but to become attached to one part of this entity. maybe he's not ready; the shear unguided direction of my path the actual journey and not a pit stop or detour. first come first served; may God be the one who directs our paths and tumbles my misshapen wings which form some semblance of flight into your path where you catch me.