To Bee or Not To Bee?

Today I saw a bee upon my bedroom window pane,
An invisible wall separated it from waving flowers.

Of course, loving everything today, I ran to its aid,
Promptly opening the window to its right.

Instinctively the bee felt the breeze calling it to freedom,
And danced in the opposite direction.

The opening called to it—and yet it stared forwards,
Mesmerized by the cold magnet of devious glass.

Of course, in its mind the glass was being kind,
It didn't hide the fact plants were within reach.

To the bee, it was free, just not quite,
It had tried moving forwards with a little flight.

But now the tickling wind enhanced the spell,
This was confirmation it had to be free, although it couldn't tell.

Naturally I gave it a helping nudge,
And it eventually fell to fly again outside.

Then a thought buzzed around my mind,
How many humans live their life being blind?

Some never getting a helping hand,
Some never breaking free from their matrix "glass" land.

What is the "pain" that keeps you from being free?
Look for the open window, then FLY—like a BEE!

"Are you the painting or the painter" 🎨🖌️ CJB