I am dead, yet alive Or alive, yet dead? I sleep with open eyes, Or is it dreams when I am awake? I am tough when I break down, Or is my toughness to prevent breaking down? I see far when I am short sighted, Or is my future vision blighted? I move on when I want to stay, Or is my waiting asking me to move? I run and play when I am tired, Or is it my tiredness that asks me to continue? I do this when it was that, Or is it that that I do this? I write when I have to think, Or is it thinking that makes me write? I ask questions when I need answers, Or is it answers that raise questions in my mind??????????
Trotting on, a regal symphony. Mighty yawn, teeth glowering ominously. That aberrated bark, are my Pug Marks!