as you walked by a few thoughts sprung in mind of my should i just hold your hand to induce in your mind a thought band or should i come in front of you from your eyes i get questions too but as it passed the thought last you had already walked past as you sit i feel like a misfit your presence pristine is all you need but i aught to be there on your aura i feed you look at me with smiling eyes my world becomes virtue without vice and then you call me for something i get pulled by the unknown string as you quietly sleep into another world my mind takes a leap a face of calm meadows and airy sunshine they begin to dimmer on the forehead those lines a quiet peaceful slumber shrouds the room even with the world outside going crazy towards doom you fit cosily into my chest the feeling of a saint in his himalayan rest
Trotting on, a regal symphony. Mighty yawn, teeth glowering ominously. That aberrated bark, are my Pug Marks!