The Wasp

I am sitting here, watching a wasp fly over and over at the window, in hopes each time that the outside, which he longs for, will be his in each attempt.
The window, of course does not move.
He displays such determination, never seeming defeated.
This has gone on for hours. He sits on the window, and I know, watching, that if he would allow himself for just a moment to lose sight of what it is he is longing for, and fly another direction, he would find the door, and it would be all his, yet he is SO determined to fly straight into what he wants, he will not consider an alternate route.
I think there is something metaphysical for me to learn in this. I am going to catch him in a container and set him free now. Please share thoughts on this.

Music

I wrote a new song!
The lyrics start out "If I could fall in love again, I'd probably lock myself away. Because at least the could, lifeless tower, would always keep me safe."