In the Mind of the Fly - Stream of Consciousness

I am alive,
eating my way out,
wings emerge.

The small insect,
a pest in their life,
now I am one.

Buzzing around,
I see the outside
and engage.

Flying at maximum
straight for the green,
I see the plants.

Then a bang and a pain
it was the window,
unable to see.

Now I die
my life as a fly
over.