- nonsencial story -
During a bike tour through the forest
I had to take a sudden rest,
cause a fly flew into my eye,
strong irritation made me cry.
It cut into my sclera a hole,
squeezed through it into my eyeball,
then moved in direction of the brain,
tears streamed down my cheeks like rain.
I summoned up all my willpower,
created mentally a shower
of lightning, hurtling towards that fly,
immediately it left my eye.