The Fly and the Bowl

I’ve found some comfort overhead
In the clouds
As I float in the soup
I’m left for dead, wings down
Alive 'till I turn around
I failed this simple test
And fell from the skies
In the bowl when I’m pressed against the side
I will rise
My navigation instruments
Are so in tune
A simple blunder
Got my bed beside my spoon
As I fought for my life
I failed this simple test
And fell from the skies
In the bowl when I’m pressed against the side
I will rise
I will rise!
I’ve found some comfort overhead