Running away is for the Weak of Mind

A poem i wrote in the moment just passed:

The fly casts a shadow on the screen
So close to freedom
yet so far away

I yearn to help the fly be free
How come it seems no one
is willing to help me?

The fly casts a shadow on the screen
It can feel the breeze under its wings
But something is there,
to stop it

I sympathize with the fly
And yet
I can do nothing,
but watch