Fly story

What does it mean when a fly buzzes around you?
does it see,
a giant creature in me?
Sitting around, going about, looking up, and staring down?
Flying around
my irked face
she merrily enjoys the views
for her I'm a grand canyon sorta place
and maybe she hears different kinda hues
Where do they go at night
out of sight meandering fools?
partying about in a desolate pool

of filth, which for them is cool
Like roman orgies
and greek symposia
they have their own,
so-sigh-teees
their socrates also asks why
are we here and who are we?
In around a bout way
they live through their day
being what they are supposed to be-
their very own version of reality,
they live through life
round you and me!